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.