Why!

Why do you look at me that way? Why do you crave so much to spoil my nights? Why do you want to electrify my heart and pull out the musical strings of love from its shy chambers? Why!

It is magical how desires stick to the heart - first caressing it all over and then making it bleed like flood from a broken dam. It is sweet how words pleasingly canoodle the heart - seeking permission to be spoken. The dreams that slowly open the eyelids, the nights that wet the lips, the dew that breaks the buds - turning them into flowers just before daybreak. Do these not tell you that it is time for me to hold your hands? Why, then, do you withdraw - but with a smile? Tell me why!

Something strange tickles me too much, goes away and then comes back again to play with me some more. My cheeks and lips are both adamant that they would only listen to the language of your kisses. Would you, so, please come close? Closer still. The excitement that fills the air for the first time, the obstacles to reach you that are built using lilies from the valleys - so the more I stumble and fall, the more it looks funny and beautiful, the gap that reduces inch by inch making the two pair of lips to meet in the end.

Ah, I fall prostrate as the most ardent fan of your breath-taking artistry! How do you manage to intensify the beauty of your countenance by a hundred fold day after day? Oh, the radiance that flows from you - fries my eyes and heats up my spirit. And the combo of your laughter and stare truly creaks my heart open, sending seismic waves to displace my tectonic plates that have been staying quite all this while. Why do you do this to me? Why!