She Is the One

A drive of solitude, and a lonely peace, made me think about her:
who is she? Why do I love her so much —
that, in spite of all our fights, I want her with me?

She is the one who can drive me crazy, anytime.
She is the one who can be the reason for my happiness, even in pain.
She is the one who knows me — but never thinks it enough.
She is the one who can tolerate all my weirdness, and still love me.
She is the one who can hold my despair, and be the reason for my smile.
She is the one who is my everything, with nothing else.
She is the one who is the reason I feel love all around.
She is the one — the only one.