Why.

Why.
Why this.
Why now.
Why then.
Why.
Why.
Why.

A question always unanswered.
A question with no thoughts.
No remorse.
Just a hammer,
Tapping on a nail.

What purpose do I serve?
What makes me think
I am so worthy of your love?
What makes me feel
That I am nothing,
And you are everything.

What makes me feel
This way.
Your eyes.
Your touch.
your love.
Your care.
Your lips.
Your hands.
Your arms.
Your tenderness.

You're the whispers
In my ears.
You're the wind
Whistling through the trees.
You're everything to me.
The earth.
The rain.
The fire.
The snow.

You're the warmth
In the coldest nights.
You're the light
In the darkest shadows.
You're the moon
Shining on the lake.

And I am just a spec.
Something meaningless.
Only to myself.
But to you.
I am the same
As you are to me.
My eyes.
My lips.
My hands.
My touch.
My care.
My love.
My tenderness.

Something you see in me
That I can't see in myself,
Always brings you to me.
And I will never understand.
I will never understand
What I mean to you
But that's okay,
I like the mystery in it.

And you,
Will never know,
What I see in you.
We're both a mystery to eachother.
And we're okay with that.
Thats what makes us special.
And thats what I love bout it.
<3