Friday, February 14, 2014

Two but One

I do not often tell you of my love,
Because I do not thank my heart for beating,
Or my bones for their strength.

You are my breath.
When I speak, you are the words.
My hands move to do work with your fingers,
And my feet walk with your pace.

I cannot fathom my life without you,
Because it would no longer be my life.

For as long as we both live in this world,
You will be a part of me.

And I will love you,


Johanna Boyes said...

Just beautiful... :)

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