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Why you??

I ask myself this question every day,
Why you?
Now, I know that "why" questions never have any real answers, but I'll try any way.
When I look at you, I laugh at the indecisiveness of the human heart.
For i remember the last time I said I'd found the one to end my search,
the one to rest my heart and mind.
I thought I'd seen perfection and beauty in my short life.
Ohhhh, How wrong I was.....
The day I met you, the first time I saw you, I took no notice.
I thought you would be one of the myriad faces that come and go,
Little did I know that your face would be etched deep  into my eyelids, to be seen even as I fall into sleep's embrace.
When I heard your name, I thought it was unique and that was the end of that.
Never did I imagine that the sound of it would ever make my heart beat a mad tempo.....
I sit down at this table with a pen and paper and try to list the things about you that enthralled me so.....
Maybe I'll find the culprit that has me trapped in this wild maelstrom of emotions.
Is it your eyes??
For whenever I look at them, I feel like I'm meeting the sun's gaze.
Or maybe its because of the way they crinkle at the edges when you smile, or maybe it's because.......
But no, let me think of something else, I might get lost in them once again if I linger too long.
I think it might be your voice,
For it's a beautiful symphony of notes that can only be described as auditory bliss.
Or it might be the way you always have the right words to make all my worries seem insignificant and manageable.
Maybe it's the way you hold my hand, giving me a firm solid grip on reality, even when I'm lost in the illusions that life brings.
I really don't know anymore.
I think it must be the fact that you are a masterpiece made when God wanted to show just how great of an artist He really is.
For each of your individual features is a carefully molded gem and your fair creamy skin is a canvas that brings them all into a surreal, almost phantasmal work of art.
Must be why I sometimes think that you are just a figment of my imagination.

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