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That's the reason why am in love...

Looking up to the sky,never ask why.
One,two three,four,five,six...
I could go on counting like these
Tell you all my reasons for loving you like i do....
But i want to find that One reason why am in love with you.


Is it because of how you look?
Or is it just the way  you got me hooked?
All i know is that when i look at you,
I fall deeper in love with you.


This is probably  the most weird way to express the way i  love something,but i can't help but say it like this when am in love with it.I love blue,i love the blue sky!!Woke up wishing i could see a blue sky even if it meant  a small part of it.Lately.the sky's been grey..and am not saying that figuratively.There's something about the sky being blue and it took me a while to put my finger on it.
There's always a heavenly feeling that i get when am looking at a blue sky..fills me with hope and even though  i get the scientific reason of why the sky's blue it  has never changed how i feel.Blue,a colour i love..but a blue sky just makes my world!I could..wait....i actually have spent more than 15 minutes just looking at the sky.

Keep reading,am coming straight to my point and i wouldn't want to bore you with my silly fantasies about  the sky.This blue sky that i love so much...when all else around me doesn't seem right it makes it feel alright!
When i want to think straight and everything else around me is nothing but distractions ,i look up!
When  i need  a reason to  see the good in the world  even when its hard to find it,i just look up at this beautiful  blue sky!
When i have so many "why?'s" in my mind i just look up and remember: i can never have all the answers to all the questions but when i look up at my sweet blue sky i always remember who has all the answers and just leave the questions to Him because He will answer in His own time.

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