Why? Oh Why? Why ?

Why do I love Thee?

Why do I love you?
Why do I want you
in my life
so much?
Why can't I breathe properly
without your presence,
physical or otherwise?

Because..
Because...
Because...
The four year old in me 
keeps blurting forth answers.
Countless becauses.

Too many to count.
And I keep asking:
''yes, but why?''
And answers keep coming forth, 
different ones,
similar ones, 
but they keep coming.
Beautiful answers,
like shiny, starry eyes
gazing at a treasured object of desire.

You, my object of desire.
How strange that I was
your object of desire as well
before you even became mine...

Here's to more to come.
Not just years
More Life.
Here's to more Life.
With you