Uncomparable to anything of beauty in this world,

In my hand I held the closest thing to me,

Not treasure nor anything of monetary value,

I would die to keep it, even just for a little longer

Dead with or without, the power was in how to use it

Stronger with or without, it comes from inside, not out

And to hold this very thing is a lie to say again

Because it's something untouchable, but not quite so still

A single wish to be kept, not a secret

Or anything nearly bold

Just a single little thing

To keep me in this world

Not that it matters still

But if it is far its own sake

Than I'll say it again and again

Your love is all I need