Why Do I Love You?

Why Do I Love You?your eyes look at my eyesyour fingers touch my fingersyou smile, I’m flattered;a simple beginning of lovebecauseYour love is no more than a morningthat always wakes (me) upyou open the net of my heart,you pour the wine into my cup,two centimeter from the bottom,‘I don’t want you to be drunk’, you saidbecauseyour love is no more than light thataccompanies the nightno enchant