Bron Dayvid (March 3 1993 / Cleveland, Ohio)
It was a cool Saturday morning
The dew from the lawn seasoned the air
With a refreshing scent that floated on a gust of wind right into our open bedroom window
She kisses my chest and gives me new breath
The slight breeze becomes a magnificent whirlwind
That gently lifts and carries two souls off into eternity –
A perpetual state of free fall
Holding on to nothing but each other
The souls' eyes never part
Never glance forwards or backwards
Never losing the captivating captivity each has found in the other's gaze
She kisses my lips and the love persists
The sunlight tiptoeing through the blinds
Suddenly bursts into enormous flames engulfing all
Fermenting two hearts to dive into the pit of its fiery warmth
To let the sensation of the heat of the moment braze the two hearts into one
In this bed we lie
And then she asks
Why do you love me?
Why does the wind blow, brushing against your soft skin?
Why does the sun shine, illuminating and radiating your beauty?
Why does the earth spin, as two spirits dance and twirl in harmony?
And why does one 'try' to love, when love is the universe?
So you see I love you………period.
There is no one reason
Or one word or phrase
That can adequately express this more than what the universe has already provided
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