Why Do You Love Me?
By Tom Grasso
Posted May 13, 2015
“Why do you love me?” he heard her whisper in the night.
He closed his eyes, a tear forming sure to stain his pillow.
I love you because I do.
I love you because the Universe showed me the way to you.
I love you because my heart beats your name, my mind drowns in your eyes, my soul feels yours even when we are miles apart.
I love you because I have no choice.
I didn’t ask to love you.
I didn’t need to love you, but I love you just the same.
My arms aren’t filled unless you’re in them, and my thirst is not quenched unless you are the drink.
I love you because I feel comfort in being out of my comfort zone with you by my side.
I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound.
I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you. It was my soul, and you are its mate.
Through the paths we have taken to one another I have loved you.
I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here.
I battled the gods themselves and faced the raging storms of hell until, one day, the clouds parted and your eyes met mine.
I waited, impatiently, for you until that shock from my heart announced your arrival.
I know you are scared, my sweet Angel.
I know you feel the pangs of fear and the dread of a journey of which no arrival is guaranteed.
But I promise you this.
When the demons come I will stand strong with you at my back and you will be protected.
When the brimstone comes raining from the sky I will shield you until each storm passes.
When the swine and malcontent arrive, I will fight them, and when the battles are over and the storm clouds are gone I will hold your face, look into your eyes, and you will know why I love you.