I know why I love her,

It must be her smile.

Her toothy grin

Just goes a mile.

I know why I love her,

It must be her style.

The way she looks at me,

I swear I'd go wild.

I know I have reasons

To not love her.

After all that

She's done to me.

But I guess that's

What love is,

To forgive and forget,

So as to earn that bliss.

But would I still

Love her the way I do now,

Or would I forsake her

When I learn of her faults?

But for now,

Without those bits of hate,

I know that I love her,

Coz the feelings are great.