what a horrifying notion is love.
to close my eyes and still see
the image of beauty lit in deep purples
and reds as if I'd been transported into the very depths of outer space
surrounded by the dim glow of gold.
to know that I may never feel peace again, not even in sleep.
to find my hands creating their features upon idle doodles.
to realise that every aspect of life is theirs.
the snow of their skin, the sun of their smile.
the autumn of their eyes and the spring flowers of their presence.
to read these very words in their voice