Reason Not The Need

There are always reasons, don't you know,
Suggestive whisperings inside the brain
Urging, perhaps, a little lessened pain;
So much less pacing, frantic, to and fro;
Fewer nights lit by the iridescent glow
Of laptop screens; much less time on the train,
Or, much worse still, the Megabus or plane;
Never feeling time pass just too slow:
There are always reasons, but the need
Is far past reason, so there cannot be
A reason that's extreme enough for me
To pass her by and merely wish godspeed,
For though I search below, middle, above,
There is no reason greater than my love.