Because I am learning how to love.
Because I want to hear your every heartbeat.
Because I find myself lost in your perfumed language.
Because I see your every move in the grace of wind.
Because I see you are who you are, I am only who I am.
Because my heart wakes to a flurry of battle drums.
Because my longings flutter to your bedside each night.
Because my heart's baggage only contains pictures of you.
Because my eyes gleam as a little child's at brilliant stars.
Because my poems are all about the sky and sea of you.
P.S.: Yup, I stole again, brazenly: source. Or rather, that was the trigger.
Much, much later...Now I know: the repetition does not work.