I don’t know what love is...
I don’t even know what life is.
However,
One complements the other, and, having experienced both simultaneously,
I should find the idea improbable that one would continue without the other.
You could never leave me...
Should we ever separate, you would take my very being with you – leaving
behind only the shell of what once was. I could never be, again.
Never again could I feel the shivers of love meander up my arm from the
warmth of your fingertips.
No longer would my breath hesitate, as your arms encircled my neck in
preparation for a dance – nor could my body attempt to engulf yours during
the dance itself.
The cheerfulness of a new morn would never again be mine, if I could not
envision the fullness of your hair spread across the pillow, outlining your
loveliness as you slept.
Sleep on, love, but take me with you on your dream-trip. We must dream
more, together... unattainable dreams become realities within the perfect
marriage, and we await the future with higher expectations.
Ripples of love flow through my body as I see tears well up in your eyes as you
read my poetry.
We are one.
I know how you affect me, but...
I don’t know what love is...
