Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Yours

Of myself,
I have nothing,
not hope,
not peace,
not love,
not even breath.
By myself,
I have nothing.
I die.
With You,

I lack nothing,
not hope,
not peace,
not love,
not even breath.
With You,
I have everything.
I live.
Let me be Yours,
just Yours.
Anonymous.