Why I love You.

Oh, how many things I could say
That are perfect reasons as to
Why I love you.
I shall only name a few,
and leave the rest to the mind's imagination:

I love your smile,
So genuine, so playful.
It makes me want to run straight into your arms,
Just so I can be with you.

I love your laugh,
The tone of your happiness threatens all sorrows to flee.
No pain nor heartbreak enters my domain when my heart is in possesstion of you.

I love your hair,
How it forms the base of a heart along the ends,
That the darkness of it rings deeply in contrast to your warm and inviting heart,
Which echos with poems and love.

I love your happiness,
How even on the bleakest of days,
It warms my cold, shivering attitude to a melted glowing substance;
Some call it love.

I love your eyes,
Their crimson tint to the warm chestnut hue,
Drizzling enchantment and lust to your charm.

All of these qualities make up you,
And I love them all.

They make me dream that when I see you,
My heart's captivity of the past hurts will break free
From all the chains and locks and cages
That keep us from eachother.

I wake up in the morning,
and your face is the first thing that appears
Within my jumbled thoughts.
Jumbled including:
Hatred, war, violence, pain, sorrow.
And then out of all that,
Comes you.
In your shining glory.

It is a joke to think that someone like me:
A girl, rude and vain,
Dreaming of someone like you.

And yet,
Still knowing all of my flaws and imperfections,
You call me your angel,
And you confuse me so much with all the flattery.

But I love you,
And I won't let anything tear me from you.

So, back to the question,
Why I love you,
Have I not said enough already?