why
do i think of you,
for that is what i do,
as i fall asleep?
are my feelings that deep?
why
at the end of the day
would ever i feel this way?
why
is the thought of you
what i reach to keep
there in my sleep
until the morning brings
the morning dew
and song birds singing of you?

why
in the morning when i wake
are you the first thought i do?
the thought i want to make
a part of me?
why
do i want you
to be so much a part of me?
why?
that i just can't see.

why
thru out my day
does your memory
come my way?
a memory
that seems to stay.
are you
that much to me?
guess we'll have ta' wait to see.

why
when i think about tomorrow
do i want to borrow
from my thoughts of you today?
that's seldom been my way.
wanting someone to stay.

why
is it when you're not there
my heart just sits & stares?
out there, somewhere
where you & i
will wake each day
& will always stay
in each others arms
safe from all harms

why
have you beome
so much a part
of my sum?
of I, of me, of who i Be??
guess that's the question
that's come to me.
are you the suggestion
of who I am?
oh damn!

when i wake
when i sleep
i take your memory deep.
but why?
are you really that much a part
of my I?
have you taken my heart?

but
why?