Achilles

If you are half my soul, then I must be made of memories, for you are the muse of each one.  
If you were to die then all the beauty in the world would cease.  
Whiting away with your rotting corpse below like a decaying Lilly.  
And even so, I will stay by your side for as long as you wish-
Because imagining another day without you is life without bliss.