I will love you even when I am gone.
I will love you even when I am dust.
What has flowered cannot be undone.
It exists like the lotus, in overlapping existences.
Love is not the body nor the soul.
It is something written with our ashes.
It is the last star in a barren skull.
It is the gleam of light on unearthed bone.
The creator of love
Did not mean it to be perfect, but forever.