Why?
How often, I've asked my heart, darling;
Just what makes it love you so.
But I always get the same answer;
"Don't ask me things I don't know."
Still I keep asking the question,
But, the only reply from my heart;
"I only know that I love her
And I'm lonely, each time we're apart."
Always, my heart keeps on talking,
About the way it loves you.
But, never it tells me the reason.
I guess that it would, if it knew.
I suppose that I'll always keep asking;
And always, I'll still be in doubt,
As to why you're the one God created,
That my heart just can't live without.
Vernon Roberts
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