She asked me why...

She asked me why I am loving her. I wrote this in a minute or two, free-associating in chat mode. She saved it in a capture buffer
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Because you are a flower that has grown up from the crack in the sidewalk, and you need me.
Because you are a bird that sings on sunny days.
Because you are the breeze on my face, the wind in my hair.
Because your whispers tremble in my heart, because the smell of you is the sweetest thing I have ever known.
Because I loved you from the moment I saw you,
Because your level blue eyes see the best in me.
Because you need a man like me who can find your deepest places and Take care of them,
Because of the way you trembled that first day we kissed,
Because you called me and let me talk to you that day your exam went bad.
Because the way you roll when you walk is so endearing,
Because you're so tender and so tough at the same time,
Because your strength inspires me,
Because your weakness endears you to me,
Because you are a poem composed by god,
Because your fingers touch me in just the right way,
Because every curve of you is so perfect,
Because when you cry it touches me in the core of my soul,
Because when you laugh it's like bells tinkling in the wind,
Because of the way your hair tickles my face when you lean down and kiss me,
Because your mind is so like mine and so different from mine at the same time.
Because you believe in justice and think for yourself,
Because you know what loyalty means, even though you have shown precious little of it to me, so I want to earn it somehow,
Because you took me at a time when I thought I was nothing, and you did what no one else could do, you showed me that I was good,
Because your face has a serenity that your soul doesn't have,
Because you would die for a good reason, because you believe in children....