The complications of things

Some things are complicated, none more than love.

I smile at you,
and you smile back.
I look in your eyes,
and then you attack.

Why do you this,
this thing that you do?
Why do you make me,
fall in love with you?

I want you to hold me,
to squeeze me in you arms.
I want you to show me,
the way from harm.

To help me in bad times,
and hold me in good.
I just wanna know,
what anyone would.

I just wanna know,
that's all I ask of you.
Why do you make me,
fall so in love with you.

I'm not complaining,
no not at all.
I'll I ask,
is that you don't let me fall.

Tell me it's true,
this thing that I feel.
Because if it's not,
I won't know how to deal.

Tell me I'm right,
so that I can cool.
If you don't,
I'll feel like a fool.

This is all,
I ask of you.
Why do you make me,
fall in love with you?