I Just Do

You ask me to explain myself, to tell you why I do...
You search for answers, for what brings me to you.
It can be the physical or it can be the mental,
The actual or metaphysical.

It's the way you smile so sheepishly, as if you know a joke you haven't shared....
It's the way you speak to me, so soft and carelessly...
Its the way you walk with ease, an Adonis in your skin...
It might just be that grin.

It's how you touch my skin, the silky fusion of our hands.
It's how you don't give a damn and act the way you are without regret...
It's how you think and speak your mind effortlessly...

It's the way you join the "torture", the tickling and the squeaking...
It's the way you steal some glimpses in random conversations... and
It's the way you guard yourself oh so carefully...
It might be a challenge.

It's how you motivate me to be a better me...
It's how you make me smile just constantly...
It's how you melt me effortlessly...

It's all the smallest details, it's all the bigger ones.
It's all the subtle hints and all the blatant ones.
It's all the silly thoughts and all serious ones..

It's everything all at once.
Three years of butterflies progressively getting worse
To the point where ignoring this is just not possible...
Why do I care? Why want to make it better?
Why want you to smile always when I'm with you,
When I'm not?

Because I like you darling, because this might be real...
Because together, darling, we might be ideal.

So why do I like you? Because you are you...
I don't know darling... I just do.

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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There is never a true exclamation of what draws one to another, that is part of the great mystery of love.