You ask too much of me...

Asking me to live without you
is like asking a butterfly to deny its wings;
is like asking a rose to lose its fragrance.

Asking me to love again is like
asking me to find a reason to hate you;
is like asking me to lose my heart.

Asking a writer to stop writing;
a reader to quit reading;
a dancer to not dance;
and a singer to quit singing...
is just like asking me to live alone, without you...
it is such an unreasonable request...