lullaby #1: this mystifies me.

love

right off logic's edge
you love me anyway
why?
stupidest question ever;
i love, and don't wonder at it,
just do.

but, no, you cannot love me without justification
and i know there is none.
to chase love away?
impossible - slips through the cracks,
comes and goes as it pleases.

but i still wonder, why?
not as though any wonder of my own
actually makes me deserving
or you, for all your quirks, have earned anything at all,
but still i love, and don't wonder at it.

if grace means anything at all,
it is undeservedness;
that which is of free will,
cannot be bought, sold, or begged,
or borrowed.
that which is never asked,
but always is longing.