Did I Need a Reason?

I sit in my chair and ponder through

the answer to your question,

of why I love you.

As a poet, to describe my thoughts

I should paint a moving picture

to get my point across.

I reach for paint brushes- I mean words

to describe that mental picture

of orange skies and blue birds,

But my mind draws a saturated night sky

blank spaces and stars to connect

the moments I am hypnotized.

As lively as the breath in my chest

my love beats in rhythms 

my heart possessed.

I grasp for adjectives to describe your face

like make your eyes be full of magic

but I only find cliches.

How can I say, how can I describe

without being boring or blunt

With you, I am happy inside.

My stomach flutters with swallows

how about that or how about this

I want to be in your tomorrows.

I don't know how to answer you

I give up trying to describe it

I love you; I just do.