Many "WHY's"

Why do I love your presence?
You don’t exist in my universe...
You don’t think of me... Neither do i know if you do..
But then why? Unanswered “why?” questions..

Does this happen to you with every other female you meet in your life?
Of course not... I know the answer cause I relate you to me here...
But then why me? Yet another “Why?”

Still I do not understand why I did want to be withheld in your arms…
From the day I met your eyes I dressed up for you, I know
Those arms were once what I wanted..
But now when they have held me close, and those mesmeric eyes dug deep within me...
Why does my mind cry? Is it a yearn for lives or for just a moments secret passion?

I know the stupid me who is just a child in your arms..
But do you really enjoy the uncanny me?
Or was there a disappointment in the “I am Dead!!”
I don’t really know the answer for all the questions you left me with…
And yet another “why?”