this girl so much

I love this girl so much
I don't know why I love
this girl so much.

There is no why, because
if there was a because
I'd love the because
not the girl, I know
because

I love this girl so much,
I don't know why I love this girl so much.
I love this girl so much, I don't know why
I love this girl so much.

if I said I loved her, "reasons why,"
I'd be saying that the "why"
was dependent on whatever
"reasonable" factors, and
that if those factors
(severable from her, who
she is) were removed
(or proved not to be true), so too
would be my love;

proved void, my love
proved false, my love
proved wrong, my love - because
not you, but the reasons
failed, the factors failed, the why,
the "because"

failed.

Why,
I would never have been
in love with you at all!
But instead, in love
with a lot of reasons why,
with a trove of because,
in love with the factors
to consider, to contribute,
that - weighed in the balance!
- tallied up a total, and that
paltry calculation, some
soulless, emotionless, emotional
accountant

perhaps

calls love. Such shrewd and calculating
lovers know why.

They are in love because.

But
I love this girl so much,
I don't know why I love

this girl so much.
I love this girl
so much, I don't know why

I love this girl so much.