How can I love you knowing what I do?
Let’s just say your mask came down, and I
saw the beauty to be seen. Or maybe it's true
love obeys no law but its own random sigh.
Or maybe time and place conspire to complete
the thing we are born to, and you were there.
Or an angel, our go-between, had us meet
and watches our fated progress from the air.
Or perhaps you suit me with all your knotty flaws.
Sometimes that happens. Where you are concave,
I'm convex. Life's bell has its inscrutable laws.
Yet all these reasons do not mean a thing.
When love is struck, it can only ring.