Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder why I love you so much.

Why I smile alone when I remember your voice, your witticisms, your sweet way of treating me.

Sometimes I wonder what happened that day when a look brought us together, and a kind phrase from a nice gentleman.

Sometimes I wonder so many good and not so good things when I don't see you.

Sometimes I think it would be a great reality to have you in my arms at night and in the morning to have that nice cup of coffee that you make.

Or running barefoot on the beach, feeling the fresh air on my feet, your lips stealing a kiss and a passion-filled embrace as you enter the water.

Sometimes I wonder why I love you so much.

Why you represent everything in my life.

Why my heart beats just hearing your voice or when I see you in a photograph.