Why I Love You

Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and then ask myself why?
Why do I love You? I think and smile,
'coz I know the list could run on for miles.

The whisper of your voice, The warmth of your touch,
So many little things that makes me love you so much.
The way you support me and help me with my emotions,
The way you show you care with such devotion.

The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
Lost with you forever is where I want to be.
The way I feel, when you are by my side,
A sense of completion and overflowing pride.

The dream that I dream, that all involve you,
The possibilities I see and the things you can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,
How that deep inside my soul, you are the most important part.

I could go on for days, telling you what I feel,
But all you really must know is my love for you is real.

Comments

  1. jolieDecember 30, 2009 at 10:12 AM

    god...so welll said....my heart is singin

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  2. Vishal KohliJanuary 1, 2010 at 11:07 PM

    Hmmm .. u sure r competing with ur self .. I think ur skills are improving ..

    ReplyDelete
  3. RakeshJune 25, 2012 at 5:26 AM

    Thats awesome...

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