They asked me

They asked me, “Why do you love her?” As if love could be taken apart and neatly categorized, Like items on a shopping list. They wanted me to speak on your eyes, The way they draw me in and keep me lost. They wanted me to speak on your smile, The very smile that I would kill to see. They wanted me to speak on your voice, The sound that quiets the pandemonium within my head. But the truth is, I never needed a reason to love you. It’s simply a part of me, Etched into my skin the day I was born. From my eyes, love isn’t about reasons or checkboxes. It isn’t about slotting perfectly into some predefined notion. I don’t love you because you are beautiful. I don’t love you because you are intelligent. I don’t love you for what you give me or how you make me feel. I love you because you awaken something within me. With you, I don’t just exist, I thrive. My world isn’t dead flowers and rain clouds anymore. It’s perfect roses and daffodils. It’s sunlight that shines peaceful rays down on my skin. And that’s why I love you.