When Feelings Get In The Way Of Feeling

I don't know what to say to you
So I ask, why do you love me?
Your reply is standard, you don't know.
So I forge ahead, blindly.
If you don't know, and I don't know
And no one knows why I'm lovely,
Then isn't it safe to say, simply,
There is nothing left to love of me?
Once upon a time you saw
A girl so very appealing
Now you lie there and try to please,
Blindly staring at the ceiling.
Going through the motions to make the motions go by,
So I ask, once again, why do you love me?
You smile serenely and try to please by saying,
There's nothing not to love of me.