Why do you love me?

I have asked you this over and over. Out loud and in my head. I never expect a certain answer but the answer itself is always enough.
"Why do you love me?" I asked.
He answered, "The way you scream 'ahhh' when you get scared."
"Why do you love me?" I asked.
"The way you scrunch your little nose," he said.
"Why do you love me?" I asked.
He replied, "it's the way you fit perfectly in my arms."

Tonight as you lay groggily, trying hard not to fall asleep on me, you asked, "why do you love me?"
It wouldn't have mattered what I said because you still fell asleep.

Why do I love you?
It's how patient you are with me. No matter how outrageous I behave, you some how find patience. How calmly you act and how you know exactly what to do. I love you because you never gave up on me, on us. No matter how hard I pushed, you held me that much tighter.
I love you because you make it that much easier to live w/ myself. I can't picture or imagine myself anywhere other than your arms.

Our future may take a turn but I pray, wish, beg... That it ends right back to you.