Since time began, women have asked their men the question, “Why do you love me?” Also since time began, men have had sudden inexplicable coughing fits, fits which for some reason unknown to science, seems to be related to the function of memory, for immediately after the coughing fit, men will suddenly remember that they forgot to take the garbage out. Odd, but true.
But this article isn’t about the erratic functions of a man’s memory. Rather, it’s about answering the question, “Why do you love me?” Unfortunately, I don’t think that there is a definitive Answer. Each love is unique, and speaking for myself, subtly different from one day to the next. There are days that I love Dawne for the strength she lends me. There are days that I love her for the funny way she will scold me, trying to sound all tough and stern, all the while her hand resting oh so tenderly on my arm. I love that everyday with her is unique and special.
Regardless, the following love letter is my feeble attempt to provide, if not the Answer, at least a partial one. It is drawn from days and weeks, months and years of devotion. It is, in the truest sense, a labour of love.
Dear Dawne;
You often ask, “Why do you love me?”, a question to which I have never been able to give satisfactory answer. I think that the problem lies in the question, for “why” is a function of the reasoning mind. Love does not reason, for it knows the fatal flaw of reason, that it is based on rational, linear thought. Love is not rational, it is ephemeral, flowing with the tides of the heart and railing against all that rational thought would decry as impossible.
Rational thought strives to define and limit the world to rules, constructs, and logical arguments, ever declaring that this is the way it is, and cannot change! Conversely, love is the very engine of creation, forever smashing down the walls that the rational mind would build around our little universe. Rationality provides a measure of security, as a cage is secure, while love, love grants us the strength and vision to step outside of our cages, and create the world anew each day.
Unfortunately, all of the above is nothing more than an intellectual coughing fit, so let me try that again…
I love your eyes, for they lend vision to my dreams.
I love your hair, for it is the gossamer web that harnesses my vision, giving it purpose.
I love your voice, for it is the melody in my heart.
I love your walk, for it is the dance of life.
I love your touch, for it puts the power in my passion.
I love your skin, for it is the canvas of my desires.
I tell you truly, Dawne, my life did not begin ’till the day we first met. All that was before was nothing more than waiting. Waiting for purpose. Waiting for direction. Waiting for you.
Why do I love you? I love you because you are life to me, apart from you there is nothing. All that I treasure is found in you, or comes from you. I love you because your smile is my beacon of hope. I love you because making you smile is the only purpose I have ever found to be worthy of my efforts.
It is my conviction that should you ever lose your smile, a great light shall perish from this world, and civilization will crumble away to ashes. The moon will dim, and the sun will weep. The stars will hide their faces for the tragedy of it, and one man will be lost, unseen as a grain of sand is unseen in the midst of the desert. The devastation will be so complete, so absolute that even God himself will have to concede defeat, and either move to restore your smile, or simply start all of creation over again.
Ok, maybe that’s a little over the top, but that’s what your smile is to me. And that’s also why I love you.
Marc
10 Comments
What a sweet letter Marc! You are right that love knows no reason…or maybe it does but we just can’t see it all the time.
What a lovely letter…it is difficult for most men and often women, to explain the “reasons” for loving someone…but when a person truly loves the “reasons” are obvious, and as you mentioned ever changing ..You said it wonderfully!
you answered the age old question well…nice piece..
Men seldom take the time to explain the answer to this question. You have beautifully presented yours in the most romantic way!
I really don’t know why women keep on repeating this question. My wife does. I answered somewhat similar to your letter here. And there are times when I don’t give my reply, but just hug her tight.
Sometimes the best answer isn’t given with words
As for your question, women need to know what makes them special, at least to their husbands and lovers.
Am I allowed to say, “Awwwww….” again?
Oh my! That was pretty good! Dawne is very lucky to have you in her life..
You answered that question really well… so romantic..
Incredible, inspiring and romantic.