I'd write a thousand poems, but you'd still be my favorite piece
I'd osculate a thousand lips and you'd remain my best kiss
I'd run many other races but wish you were the price
for you are the face I'd want to see if my life were a dice
I'd meet the greatest of angels, flowers of beautiful scent
but you'd remain my favorite Heaven sent
I'd make billions from discovery along the thread of time
yet you'd remain the most cherished even without a dime
I'd travel this whole world and you'd still be my dream destination...
I'd eat all food there's on earth, none would be as special
I'd find pearls and rubies and all treasures of the old
yet you would still be a treasure to me greater than gold
I'd read all novels there are and it's our story I'd wish may unfold
I'd let the glass of my heart fall and shutter just to yours hold
and if I had to choose between life and your love
I'd comfort you with the very last inhalation I'd have...
hoping that soon as my eyes are closed your hurt would heal
That's how much you mean to me, and always will...

Dying is silence
Living is a voice
Dying is dust
Living is a muck
Dying is the end
Living the betwixt
Dying is solace
living is a battle
Dying is a ship
Living is her shuttle
Dying is the object
Living is a shadow
Dying is a destination
Living is the journey
Dying is a night
Living is the moon
Dying is the dusk
Living her mellow
Dying is the answer
Living a question we never ask
Dying is everything
That makes living feel like nothing
as Dying is a must
Living is a choice