Questions of Silence

How can you know you already love me
What special knowledge do you use inside your head
From where come these answers you have already given
That makes all the questions silent and unsaid

How can the asking ever have a reason
What makes these questions have to be said
We know our love is unconditionally stated
Sometimes without words or writing ever read

Where is the force that makes us want these answers
What makes the power to take us to this scene
If I want the why, the wherefores and the purpose
Then together it becomes reality and never just a dream