Without you I would want to be dead.
You are the light of the day when we eat strawberries.
I run my fingers through your long, red, tangled hair,
and love life for another five seconds.
When you walk through the door after a dark day of work,
I animate. I rise from the grave. I focus enough to see.
Seeing your blue eyes, blood lips means I can talk again.
Hearing your bell of voice means I can listen.
This is love, because if it is not there is no love.
Without you I would want to be dead.
David Flynn
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