Should I stay , should I go?

I find myself , at the present time
Thinking of reasons and rhymes
Why it makes sense to love you
Like this

I could hate you , after it all
But then I forget so quickly
But here is the joke sweetheart
I love you so much more , than I can hate you
So much so

Ive been going on strolls and walks
Ive been trying to forget
Gentlemen with traits
You could never possess
Wealth , gentility and looks

See I would trade
All their good looks
For your boyish charm
Or their money and cars
For maize on the street or a matatu ride
With you.

But it is what it is
It's through , for you
And me , except for the part
That I love you
Should I stay or should I go?