Because it's love.

"What's love?", she asked. Her voice echoed of a sincere curiosity. "What's love?? ", he repeated, smiling, yet a little taken aback. "It's what you and I share, dear.", he said. "We share a lot of things - I really don't understand! How do you understand it then?", said she. Her eyes gleamed of utter confusion. "You never understand love. Nobody ever has. ", said a heavy baritone, melting of love. And what followed is no mere flow of words - it flowed like an artist's brush, like a string of pearls falling down - it flowed like poetry.

"Love, my darling, is precious,

a precious gift to mankind,

and every living being that God has ever made :

Love's there to bind.

It's God's way of helping us,

in this ebb and flow called life.

Inspiring, illuminating everyday,

it helps you move and strive.

The little pups you see there,

suckling their mother-

that's love.

When your brother tugs at your ponytails,

that's love.

Or when your mother makes them.

Or when your father takes you out for dinner

even when his life's in a mayhem.

Or when a gentleman asks you out,

and treats you like a lady.

and to make you laugh and smile,

he's always been ready.

Love is like a woman's intuition,

you'll know when it comes,

Love can be mesmerizing,

while throwing around some tantrums.

Love can be a beautiful sunset,

Or a bright sunrise at the same time.

It completes every individual,

Or can break them once in a while.

Love is an inherent emotion,

that resides deep within.

Love, is to be nurtured,

and not be kept away hidden.

Love, my darling, is giving,

placing other's good over yours.

But loving yourself is important,

before you love your world around. "

The young man stopped and smiled,

and thanked the Lord in his heart, 

as he taught his little daughter that day,

God's most beautiful art.

He thanked the Lord for a daughter,

a son and a beautiful wife.

He thanked the Lord for blessing him,

with the simple pleasures of life.