Friday, February 14, 2014
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,