Why do you love me?

Is it for my body?
My looks?
My charms?

Or does your love run deeper
Residing just below the surface,
somewhere deep inside your heart?

Why do you love me?

Is it for my personality?
My smarts?
The way I make you feel when we are apart?

Or are you purely here for my looks,
The beauty that resides outside,
On the surface?

Sometimes I feel like you are only here for the gain
Saying pretty words devoid of truth like my love is a game,
That is not okay with me,
So I'll kindly ask you once again...

Why do you love me?