Why do I love you

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    Why do I love you

    Whenever I look at the sun rise
    I wonder why do I choose you?
    We are different race, culture, and language
    You are in the West, I come from the East

    Your skin is white, mine is yellow
    Your eyes are blue, mine are brown
    Your hair is blond, mine is black
    Your language is English, mine is Vietnamese

    Whenever I look at the moonrise
    I ask myself why do I love you?
    I do not know why-the answer is hard to say
    The feeling is so strong and I can not wait

    Your smile, thinking, and sense of humor
    Make my life is much more richer
    The way you care about me when I am sick
    The time to spend with me such a big gift

    The whisper of your voice when you kiss
    The warmth of your body around me as we meet
    The way you hold my hand walking on the street
    The promises you try to keep

    You wipe my tear by your kisses
    You drink my sorrows when I cry
    You console me with the gentle words
    The cooing sounds that I have never heard

    You cheer my heart with your laughter
    You make my joys become brighter
    You spray sugar along your jokes
    And add two wings into my soul

    The sixth sense your feeling for me is a secret
    Only God knows all about it
    Our same thoughts is an amazing thing
    Transfer between two brains in the shortest link

    The lovely colorful Tulips you send today
    Is the warm spring flowing into my veins
    Blowing away all the pains I have
    My mind is flying higher and higher to the air

    Love you give me widens the sea
    My love for you deepens the river
    The dream we weave is not too far
    It will come true and we are never apart

    NinaMoon

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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