Would you ask me to stop loving you?

Would you ask me to stop loving you, Xochil,
because you've changed in what you feel for me?
Why not ask the birds to stop their singing?
Or the stars in the night to stop their twinkling glow?
Why not ask the Sun not to shine its warm light down?
Or the oceans to cease their recursive ebb and flow?
My love for you is not something I do.
It's something that makes me what I am.
It will carry on with my soul through time immortal,
just as it always has, since before this world began.