Life and Death, Trial and Error, Love and Devotion

I'd never do anything to cause you harm, but if the truth kills you then, by the words of Kant I shall let you die. Though I will, without a shadow I'd a doubt follow you into the afterlife, what if we are ripped apart, up and down? Heaven and Hell? Without hesitation I'd defy all gods for your presence. Ill burn and endure an eternity of agony so you live comfortably, even in death. If there is another destiny, even if we just sit in an enclose ment of darkness and dirt for eternity, I will find a way to move my grave toward yours. 

If I had a choice, I'd be buried under the most gorgeous of trees, A seed planted within my chest, its roots wrapping themselves around my heart and lungs like a protective secondary ribcage. Our hands and bodies intertwined in such a way our love stories is shared among any new love who has the delight to unknowingly dance upon our collective grave, our resting place, where the final sign of relief is released, when the final sign of life has faded away, and when the last sign of love shall never disappear. Within all the trials in which my vigorous infatuation is still intact, It was always supposed to be this way. Death is the mother of beauty, and what is beauty? If not you, I error, MI Corazon