Because

Fire;
Unbridled and uncontrollable,
Devastates my weary soul.
Once banked embers,
Reignited.
The towering flames of my solemn pyre.

Water;
Welling behind eyes that burn with passion.
Inundating my senses,
Frenzying my mind.
There is no reason.
No Form.
No fashion.

My mind.
Oh, my restless and tormented mind!
Tested and troubled.
I search and I scour,
Still I cannot find..........
What am I looking for?

My heart.
Bruised, battered, broken.......but still beating
Yesterday, t'was but a slow and steady pulse
Fuelled by the discovery of a kindred mate.....
Is this my wounded heart's fate?

Perhaps.....
Perhaps one should be wary;
The mind guards the heart.

Nay,
Perhaps one should leap,
Leap into the beckoning haze of promised euphoria.

Oh, my tortur'd and agonized spirit.
Why do we do this?
Why do we feel?
Why do we love?
why do we continue on this God-forsaken search?

The only answer is the question itself.
We are these feelings.
We are love.
In the mind and in the heart.
In the soul and in the spirit.

Why?

Because.....
We are.