Everything I Have Become Poem by Kamand Kojouri

Everything I have become,
everything I will ever accomplish
cannot compare to my most
impressive feat:
I have loved you
fiercely
and
assiduously
with the very marrow
inside my bones. So that when I die,
they can crack them to find
you there. So that when I die,
they can open me up
and see your name tattooed
on the wall of my heart.
So that when I die,
my epitaph will neither
commemorate
who I was
nor what I did,
but will read:
'She loved.
And loved. And
loved.'
And so,
I smile now,
because
that is no
small thing.