No words here writ shall canonize true love
For what of love survives beyond the tomb?
Nay, here and now enclasp as though to prove
That living souls brave not the pending doom.
Feast now, drink now, tomorrow may not come
To bring sweet hope to lives in compact joined;
No plan so certain of its tallied sum,
No promised bounty fate can not purloin.
Though we interred together may embrace,
Our bones entwined to mock the dusts of time;
Of human shells unearthed, no hearts leave trace
That they outlast the cage that held their rhyme.
Then take my hand here now and lie with me
And flout that lie that lives eternally.
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