What is it Worth to You

What would you do?
What is it worth?
To know what it is like,
to not question love,
for it to be there,
for it to not go away,
for it to be there beside you when you
wake up in the morning
every day
until you don't know your own name anymore,
until you can't feed yourself anymore,
until someone has to wash your own shit from your body,
until you are beyond caring, and yet
someone else still does.
Move mountains?
Kill?
Lie, cheat, steal, and sin beyond beleif?
In a puddle of your own blood, with teeth smashed out?
Ribs kicked in?
Head ringing and you still stagger to your feet to go back at it?
What is it worth?
To feel the softness of her legs wrapped around yours when you wake from a nightmare in a sweat, and without waking, she holds you tighter because she feels the restlessness of you soul in her beautiful heart...and her dreams are to make that go away?
To rid you of the animal that feeds on you when you sleep?
To utterly engulf you and receive your passion with joy, and her voice in your ear, and your name only the way she can speak it...with the meaning that brings you into the world, and binds you to the universe, that crushes despair, that holds your hand.
That allows your soul the free reign to sob, to break down, to be weak, and helpless, and alone, and dying on the inside for reasons that only you know.
What would it be like to be adored?
What is it worth to you?
Just what?