All that love does is from because.
Because of love, because, because.
Because we met in the library.
Because I secretly fell in love with your stunningly gorgeous mind.
Because I am never sure what you are going to say next.
Because it is always honest.
Because you were my first confidant.
Because you love Shakespeare almost as much as I do.
Because I told you I loved you that afternoon in the park.
Because you told me you were honored by that.
Because we kissed in the motor home.
Because we got married at the church.
Because we lost the baby, and had the little girls.
Because you love the girls.
Because I love the girls.
Because we lived through brain damage, learning disability, heartbreak, surgery, the loss of friends, the loss of jobs, the recession and then … the divine provision.
Because we will always have that, and because you are strong, I will always love you.
Because we lived through that and didn’t quit and traveled the world together anyway.
Because our love grew old, and safe and calm.
Because we still sleep with our arms around each other.
Because you take my hand.
Because you kiss my lips.
Because you still tell me I am wrong when I am wrong.
Because you love me.
Love, love, love.
Because, because, because.
Because of love.
We love because.
Modern Soliloquies & Pastiches 