Death isn't cold. They lied. Death is the one time that people truly celebrate you. The one time that people shed tears as they run the memory gauntlet that is You.
Death isn't empty. They fled. Death is the portal between this existence and the celestial playground. Run, jump, play...
Death isn't hard. They miscalculated. Death is the easiest thing you will ever do. Though the path may be long and hard, the end will prove effortless.
Death isn't final. They erred. From the grips of death comes the renewal of souls. Focus becomes clear, truth becomes real, death becomes life.
Death isn't death.

She is not perfect, nor even very close.
But what she is for me is perfection, a shadow isn't as close.
She is not my savior, as The Christ already has that role.
But she is my salvation, the liberator of my soul.
She is not my property or even my right.
But she is everything I have far beyond sight.
She is my Jaime!!!

When the day finally comes that I no longer care, I will no longer care that I no longer care.

The essence of you drips in my soul and blossoms into what I only know as love.