Is Love Supposed to have a Reason?
Can reason make love real?
You asked me why I love you,
sent me searching for why I feel.
I can tell you that I love you for the way you make me heal.
I look into your eyes and know what sweet intelligence you possess;
The gentle love you have to give is felt in your caress.
I love you for what you have made yourself to be. . .
I love you for your goodness you share with me. . .
I love you for the courage you create to face your pain,
And I love you because I do, over and over again.
DeEtte Tolander
Copyright ©2007 DeEtte Tolander
