Our love, it buds and blooms and blossoms.
In its finality it transcends mere mortality.
The only fatalities those hateful twins:
Loneliness and heartache.
But no more shall the mirror break!
May they Rest In Peace.
At long last release!
Now kindly leave us be!
Let us enjoy our ecstasy.
Coupled in passion for evermore,
far from ugliness and war.
In contented bliss we shall recline,
savouring it like rich, old wine!