Tell me how
I can possibly love you like I do.
Tell me why
No thoughts are devoid of you.
How is it
That no matter the perfume
I can never smell as good as you.
How come
Your touch is like a secret I just can’t keep?
Explain, please
Why my eyes can never be as deep.
Now, tell me why
My bed can grow so much
When the imprint of your head leaves my pillow.
Tell me these things
But please don’t speak.
I know these things like I know trees have leaves
Even when seasons change,
I’ve always known that
All flowers return in the Spring

 
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