I Don’t Understand Why I Love You

Perhaps it’s because your eyes are the calm that fog brings when it settles after a storm.

Perhaps it’s because your kisses are the confidence the mirror tries to steal from me every morning.

Perhaps it’s because your embrace holds me tight enough to pop all my broken pieces back into place.

Perhaps it’s because your voice is sunbeams coming through a stained glass window.

Perhaps it’s because the idea of you gives me enough hope to pull through until we meet.