Why
do I love her? Oh, come
on, am I asking myself
why do I breath? Why
does it rain or why
does wind blow?

If
only I can get it out
in words. But I can
not. It is indescribable,
beyond words. My love
for her. It is sublime,
it is in my bones, it
is in the inner most
chambers of my being.
Her love. My love for
her. Locked in the arteries
of my heart where it
flows with blood, in
and out. Purifying it
every time, every second.

From my diary

Whole day through whether
she is there with me
or not.

My
heart is in a swell
ever since she entered
there. Caught me unawares
or is it that she made
a slow sweet entry there?
I do not know. I must
have been blind, deaf
and dumb. She struck
me with her whole being,
the sound of her voice,
the glitter of her eyes.
And I was not myself.
I was someone else.
Ever since. Was there
a moment or a series
of moments? Does it
matter?

One
thing is for sure. It
was never planned. It
happened. The whole
world seems new to me
now. I feel something
all the time. It's called
happiness I think. I
do not care if she is
perfect or not. Nobody
is. I love her, want
her, desire her, I care
for her, in spite of
her imperfections. I
look past them. I don't
give two hoots to whether
she is a beauty queen
or not.