Love flatters!

Why do you love me?
Why do I love you?
Is it the lust or infatuation bringing us together?
Why do I always need to prove it?
Memories, they come and thrill the body,
Giving us a reason to react, a passion to live,
Sometimes stormed with a cataclysm in the life.
Why do we behave like a stranger?
Why can’t we give few moments to each other?
To get the second chance in life to live,
Can we take a vow to be deterrent?
Memories, they come because I love you.