An Honest Explanation

It is not by choice that I obtain elation from your memory, nor is it by will that I crave the you of our past. If truth be my means of expression, then at best, the excuse for my affection is equated with complexities of conscious and convolutions of a soul, Or is lost within the depth of the meaning of life. To confess such devotion, over the years, became an act of attempting to breathe, yet to offer reason for why a heart loves is to elucidate ineffable emotion. Though the question deftly wields validity, The answer...is the meaning of a dream. Yet, I render this humble explanation: "The reason my heart longs for yours is the same my mind yearns for diction. In it, I discovered something deeper than breaths. Within diction, I found meaning, And within your existence...I found faith."