To Die Of Love Poem by Stefanie Fontker

In your words
I become something,
And without you
I become nothing.
You are the untouched,
The unaltered picture
Of my only love.
You have penetrated
My sore heart, and
Brought it to life
For the final time.
I see life in colour,
And I understand
The reason humans love.
We are here, you for me,
And I for you, with hands
That unconsciously wander,
And search for each other's.
I can feel it within me,
My heart that beats.
Would it not be beautiful,
To die of love?