I was asked yesterday...

Why do you do what you do?

What makes you make those choices?

I look with question in my eyes and confusion on my little lips...

You mean my life style?

Or what I wore today...I jested.

Then my look sobers and I reply,

" I am asked all the time either on net or in real life."

I pull out my phone and show a picture of my love.

Most reactions are a grimace and a look of concern.

He (to me) is smiling with hiscontagiousgrin from ear to ear.

To others they see a cold grey stare and evil composure.

I always shrug and say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

He is the most handsome and kindest person I have ever met.

He worships me, guards me, takes care of me in every way.

They jump to next step...taking me by the arms or typeagain...

but why do you let him control you...do those things?

I laugh and giggle

from day one he has been in control of me, silly

Now I let him, or better explained,

I accept it. I welcome it with open arms and heart.

He brings out the best of me for all to see,

for him to enjoy.

And in return I get to love him and touch the heart

he closed off so long ago.

We are each others futures, our own happiness.

I'm his to protect, his own glass castle.

I pull myself away from their foolish grips....

so you see this life is no different than anyone else in love.

Maybe one day you will be as lucky as me

to find someone for the rest of your eternity.

To share your life, joys, sorrows, laughs and time.

But as for him....he's all Mine.