loving you

loving you has made me love myself more and
 then
question that love
and perfect it
(still working)

loving you has made the sun shine brighter and
   the nights so much colder
as i experienced true separation....
see,

   how is it that the chance meeting of egg and sperm and egg and sperm makes a you and a me
and an ocean and a language and a generation between
and then a meeting of the back of a right arm and partly misunderstood french conversation and
 then
       make it impossible to be separate without pangs deeper than deep,

                how is it that loving you has finally meant loving me 

    did we create that reality or did that reality create us?

is there a difference?

you will kill me and
after that perhaps i will not be afraid of death
anymore.