Why?

Why do I hug my pillow,
holding it tight,
all through the night?

Why do I wake each day,
eyes peering through the gloom,
searching my bedroom?

Why do I spend each morning,
walking in a daze,
like my life's a haze?

Why, each afternoon,
does my mind roam,
while I long to go home?

Why do I rush home,
an urgent commuter,
and run to my computer?

Why do I smile,
when I hear your voice?
I know not by conscious choice.

Why? I'll tell you,
it is my love,
for }X{Angel}X{ the dove!

 

This is a serious message, written in a fun way.