If anything is possible,
then why are you inevitable?
With so much unknown,
why is my love for you certain?
Although you never consume me,
why do I thirst for you?
While I search for satisfaction,
why do you appear in my mind?
After a long day,
why does your touch seem to be my pain reliever?
Whenever I’m lost in you,
why do I tend to find myself?
Even though we live in a society where
I always comes before u,
why are you my priority?
In order for me to completely exhale,
why does it require me to expose my soul to you?
Once I look into your eyes,
why do I automatically smile?
As I continue to live,
why do I desire to know you better?
Mild and Free 