If I

Erased all of you,

Wiped you from existence,

Smudged your kisses from my face,

Unwrapped your limbs from my body,

Ripped your page from the storybook.

A life without you.

This unconditional affection,

This unwavering acceptance,

This unselfish appreciation,

This unlike anything else,

Is life with you.

I would never know true love,

I would spend my time searching for it,

In everyone I met.

I would probably think I found it.

But it would be a tormented deja vu,

Existing after

Life with you.