And So We Wonder, Why We Love. Poem by Dan Reynolds

So now I sit and ponder on the 'why',
when up till now the who' was quite enough.
The inner guide, reluctant to deny
that just for once, this question is too tough.

To look so deep that logic is dismissed
and search for some external influence
that drew you to the first girl that you kissed,
before the days, when lust is all you sense.

'WHY' do we love, if love can kill or cure
with no great guarantees for whom or why?
What benefits the man whose love is sure
to offer him the choice to live or die?

It isn't 'God' who keeps my love alive,
But ''Humanity's' desire, for another to survive.