Why do I love you?
Logically, you ask.
It's simple, really:
Nothing has ever come more naturally.
With you there's never guessing,
Only certainty.
The unknown, ambiguity, uncertainty,
all poison to my mind and heart-
And with you I get the opposite.
You always say exactly what you mean,
With blunt honesty I'm not accustomed to.
You always express exactly how you feel,
With a raw vulnerability I'm only used to giving,
Not receiving.
You state your intentions upfront,
Never playing any cruel games with my heart.
You share in my love instead of trying to possess it.
Feeling emotions comes easily to me,
Trusting in them and in myself does not.
At least, it did not until I met you.

You put me completely at ease.
From there, it just flows.
Communication of needs, desires,
Happens freely both ways.
You are able to meet me where I am,
And I'm never left wondering what it is
You want or expect from me.
You let me know,
So I am able to give it to you.
You mean, I can make you happy?
Without giving up my own happiness?
Huh. I didn't know that loving someone
Could be this equal.
Both giving freely of ourselves,
A symbiotic relationship.
Simply put, it just feels right.
You have given me reason after reason
To trust you
To love you
And that is why I do.