Just... why me?

I'm just a boy. What could you see in me?
Maybe it's because, I can write poetry
Perhaps it's what I say, when I talk
Or it's the way I trip when I walk
Then there is the scar under my right eye
Also it could be that you're my angel from the sky
It could be that I have some sort of finesse
And it could be because, you're my darling princess
Why do you consider me to be so great?
Is it that we should be together because of fate?
Do you believe I'm some sort of Saint?
Because I can tell you now, I surely ain't
Could it because you're my pure white dove?
Or because when I hold your hand... It fills me with love