The Reason

THE REASON

It’s not about your physical beauty

Or your smile that strikes me like a match

Every time

It’s not about how you can say

One thousand things with your eyes

That I understand

(Some, only I can understand)

It’s not about your intense heart

Giving, giving, giving

And where I would always choose to live

If given the choice

It’s not about the way you put your makeup on,

Or your perfume, or your style.

You could be without a fleck, in a burlap sack

And still take my breath

It’s not how you twirl your hair crazily,

How you do what others won’t,

Or just that you can make me laugh

With a shared look

The reason is selfish and all my own.

The reason is because my wild energy settles when I’m next to you.

The reason is because my light glows when it mingles with yours.

The reason is because, with you, I feel home.