Why Do You?

Why do you cover meBefore I fall asleep?

Because some little promisesAre mine to keep.

Why do you smile at meWhen I stare?

Because I never feel aloneThe moment you're there.

Why do you call me "best boy"Every single day?

Because some simple truthsShould never fade away.

Why do your fingersFind the top of my head?

Because they learnedTheir favorite placeThe very first day we met.

Why do you stopTo watch me close my eyes?

Because peace has whiskers,A pink little nose,And the smallest disguise.

Why do I matterWhen I've done nothing grand?

Because love has never measuredThe size of your hand.

It measures quiet moments...The ones no one else can see.

Like the way you always saveThe best of you...

For me.