I’d say that
I would die for you..
but I would only do so
if I absolutely must..
to keep you safe.

Given the option,
I’d much rather
choose to live for you,
instead..
as strongest, kindest,
gentlest, and firmest
version of myself.

For, is it not
a living miracle..
that once upon a time
we met?
To share a love
that only we could give
each other and ourselves..
and is that love not holiest
of which I write..
our highest form of wealth?

The only one
who could
deprive us of it..
once upon a dark
and moonless
night..
is Death.