He wanted to know why I love him.
It is because, in his presence, it feels like home.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It is because, through space and time,
I can not stop feeling his Soul.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It is because it is something,
I have always known.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It is because I know
He never let go.
It is within How I love him
That I have discovered a much higher road.
He wanted to know why I love him
But somethings are just meant to be.
Love is a feeling, and not a choice,
And for so long, our love
Even eluded me.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It's because I think he is beautiful.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It is because I gave him permission to Own.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It is because he still comes in my dreams.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It's because I feel him haunting me, in the 5D.
He wants to know why I love him.
It's because his mind is a puzzle I keep.
It is because he is the equal and opposite of me.
And of his mind,
respected and adored, mad as it can be.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It's because every touch he stole
Still remains in my memory.
He wants to know why I love him,
It's because he owns the only key.
He wanted to know why I love him.
It's due to the notion
That for him, I made myself as vulnerable as can be.
He wonders why I love him...
But it is traced back in ancient memory.
An intimacy gone furied with Passion
A heart that overflows.
He wonders why I love him.
It's because I gave him my Soul.
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