Love is a strange thing. It takes so much of me, perhaps engulfs my entire being and yet makes me feel so complete. You have my heart and its beats, my Skin breathes to your touch. You ask me why do I love you, and I hope to give you an answer, and trust me I try, but words fail me. How do I make you understand why the drops of rain, seeping down the soil, enlivens a plant, or why the touch of rays of the sun pulls our planet back to life ? As a child I used to believe the Sun and the Moon were in love with each other. All the days that the Moon could not meet her beloved she would weep at night and break a little. I was afraid of falling in love, even the idea of yearning for a lover was heartbreaking. So, I shut all the doors to my heart, and turned a deaf ear to anyone who knocked, Until one day you came by and chose to break the doors. And I thank every God there is, for you, for us. For otherwise, how could I've possibly known that the yearning, every day, every minute and every second of this longing is worth the bliss that your Heart provides mine. You have all of me, my heart, my soul, my skin and flesh, my entire anatomy is yours. What have I, but my name and You ?