You've asked me several time,
the simple question, with the answer so hard to find
truthfully.

Why?

"Why do you care,
about what I do,
why do you care at all,
what's it matter to you?"

I stared back plainly, affectionate smile
from mouth to eye,
when you kept standing there,
asking me,
why?

I gave you my hand,
to help you on your feet,
my smile not ending,
you pushed away in defeat.

I disarmed your hostility,
because you could not find blame,
even for an ol' boy like me,
whose smile is...
kinda lame.

Why?

"Why don't you go somewhere?
Don't you have some place to be?
Why are you here!
Why do you care about me?"

I smiled back, but this time my eyebrow raised
just for fun,
when you turned your back on me,
and was about to run.

Before you took another step,
I spun you right around,
and then I wrapped you up
up in a tight hug,
in which you stood, dumbfound!

You wanted to push away,
away from this strange creep,
but all in side you,
you had a wanted feeling so deep.

For Love.

You stood for a second,
a few minutes more,
I wouldn't let you go,
even when you were eyeing the door.

Then you started to cry,
tears starting to flow,
streaming down your precious face,
diamonds falling from your eye.
And yet still you asked me,
the very simple question.

"Why?"

The answer was simple,
but was not all to clear,
I said,
"That's because your my friend,
and I love you so dear."

I held you in my arms,
as you let the tears flow,
and I promised to you,
that I'd never let you go.

I haven't back then,
and I won't start now,
I'll hold you tighter still,
as tight as you'll allow.

I love you greater,
each and every day,
I'll always love you,
like I did back then,
even until now.

Why, you ask,
do I give this love to you?
Because I'm your friend you see,
and that's what friend's do.

So why not?