My Love is eternal, infinite and imperishable
Yet alive it never has ever been
Nor has death to it been known or met by
Neither is it yet to be created
Yet my Love here remains still

So full of qualities that the living posses
A touch that can speak and hear my own words
An intuitive smell that draws upon emotion
And a breath that soothes the burning hands of man
My Love, it is not alive, yet unliving it will never be.