love is bitter, love is cold
from fans of fire to embers gold
hug of bear and hug of hair
evaporate on beds of air

as spirit deserts the body beautiful
where goes the object of love so truthful;
reaching up unto the sun
where now to clasp that loving one?

where she went hardly mattered
to widowed ones with lives now shattered;
so is it all a cruel dream
and love a soulless mortal scream

is love then really for an eternity
built beyond death’s limiting certainty;
is it just a spiritual trick
fleeing union by death’s final kick