What it is that makes me love you,
in this inexplicable connection,
that while you sleep I would abduct your heart?

What it is that makes me love you?

Without offering anything, only these nights of memories,
you to enter into my body silently,
reincarnated in the monologue of my dreams

I would die for a kiss from you, if necessary...
a kiss on the tenuous thread of dawn,
there close to your soul; since your hands burn me, your kisses are fire, your body my peace

There is no way to not feel what I feel
because I love you with diaphanous feeling

What is it that makes me love you?

©Noris Roberts