why do i love you? sometimes you are mean, but i still choose you. in your pain you hurt me, but i still choose you. i can't express the beauty i find in your passion the joy of the innocence you contain. even in your pain, even buried under fear, i see you there and experience beauty. you hold passion deep within. it spills over into every aspect of you - joy and depression are both lived fully.
yet something more pulls at me, tugs at my very soul "it is him, he's for you" intuituion, recognition, joy ~ you