She asks...

I write to her,
songs of love,
where i try to explain,
how she's my dove,

i write about her,
in these poems of mine,
expressing my love,
for shes my love devine,

i buy her things,
all the time,
i make her cds,
and don't charge a dime,

i draw her pictures,
and color some too,
i give her everything,
and that is true,

ill fulfill all of her,
desires and wishes,
i would do her laundry,
and yes, even the dishes,

she askes me why i do it,
give all this to her,
she says she doesnt deserve it,
and she has something to offer,

but when im with her,
i need nothing new,
i have everything i want,
when she says "i love you".