Why Do I Love You?
Dear Ian,
Why is it…
That every time I hear that word
I think of you
The three lettered sound
That others can own
But when I hear it
Only you do
Why do I love you?
Is it the chocolate of your eyes?
The curve of your nose?
The perk of your smile?
You torture me…
And when I hear of you
I return to you swiftly
And when I do not
I await you
Eagerly…
Like a dog for his owner
Like a wife for her soldier
Like a loner for their lover
What else is there to do?
Why do I love you?
Is it the deep of your voice?
The choice of your words?
The style of your clothes?
You torture me…
And if you find her
I cannot help but be happy
But that joy hides
Behind a truth so painful
I must never show to you
Because her should be I
Or I hope it would be
For I do not know
But desire is not always truth
You torture me…
With love,
Ashley