Is it wrong to long
for an everlasting, can’t-breathe-without-you
kind of love?
Unfurled passion unmatched by any wildfire-
eye to eye, neither questions to whom
they belong. 
Hearts, beating 
they are one in the same flesh-
To live is to love, to die is to love-
they walk both paths, unseperated. 
Joy or sorrow,
peace or chaos,
abundance or wanting,
deep breaths they draw in-
feeding each other — giving of their life. 
Is it wrong to wonder,
what you would say if I asked you 
if you feel this way about me?
Could I finally breathe?