Because...

swirling on my finger tips as these lips receive your kiss my face feels thin 'till my cheeks fill flushed how nice it is to touch our touch a sensual bliss our eyes could wish a manifestation that is listless your hands so grasp the things they'll miss passing lazily your neck on my wrist yet so playfully we dismiss our surroundings so we see our faces are rather astounding to you I am a butterfly clipped; stuck on your flower but I won't dare sip to me you are rushing warm wind; delightfully caressing my every whim Yet Sometimes I tremble At night Scared Of a future That will end us In a fight But isn't it normal to think that way especially since... We blend like brush strokes: blue, yellow, green, and red. you can differentiate the colors but, they still melt. they still flow passively and strong together. and with that flow we glide hopefully forever... I love you because... we are each other.