Somedays I wouldn't make it
Couldn't take it
If not for you

In fact, most days
Without you
Would not been part
And parcel of my existence

Would not have even bothered
To attempt to live
Or breathe, or move,
Or any of the other things
Associated with living

I love you
And sometimes days are hard
But I'd never leave it all behind
To go nowhere
Because of you

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Midsummer, in the year 113 MA.