Death will not be the end of me
and my love for you will not decompose
with the flesh that covers my bones
nor will it end as my remains turn to ash and dust
and return to dance silently on the wind
Death cannot claim the fires from
my dead still heart that forged
the secret colors that are my love for you
nor can it take the flames
you used to write your poetry in my soul
No
Death will not be the end of me
for the eternity in your eyes
pulled me out of the reach of deaths grasp
the moment I fell for you