I shall love you after death.

When your skin won't flash the colour of your blood
I shall love you still.

When your body sheds hair and nails
And religion and faith and gender,

I will keep loving you.

When the sweet smell of your breadth fades away
And rotten deceased flesh stinks,
You will still be a beau, my love.

And I shall unite where flesh knows not
About human sentiments and trust

My body shall rest beside yours.

The sun shall not set in our heart.