Poetry

Because, I Love you

Would you mind if I confess of my love?
Because,
I want to be with you the way fragrance is with the rose.
And the way moon is with earth.
Because, I love you.

Would you mind if I say I want to die with you?
Because,
I want to live with you as the stars live with the night.
And the leaves live with the trees.
Because, I love you.

Would you mind if I ask for your hand?
Because,
I want to see sunlight every morning dancing on your cheeks,
And moonlight sliding through your hair every night.
And make love to you the way oceans make with the sand.
And live forever with your hand in my hand.
Because, I love you.