Which is stronger, death or love?
Unless there is a heaven for us above,
Or some day on this earth a resurrection paradise,
I can see the answer in the mirror, in my eyes;
My eyes, in which I once could see bright intelligence,
The twinkling of humor,
The love of life, and the life of love:
Now I see fear.  Now I see despair.
Now I see the swollen evidence of much crying.
I see eyes that see that death is near.
As if my optic nerves have formed a direct link
Running to my pupils from my deadly tumor.
I see eyes that are still living, yet also dying.
Which is stronger, death or love?
I don’t know what to think.
I do know what I fear.
And what I fear is this:
There is an end to human happiness;
And human love cannot hold the life it loves,
Nor save a single day from mad impermanence.
As the dying of reptiles or the death of doves,
So shall be the death of me; as in my eyes I see:
There’s nothing there.
The answer then: Death is stronger than love.
So if you love me,
Keep me as I used to be,
Living in your memory.
Then a new answer to that question will break free:
For that time, love will be stronger than death.

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Written by Michael L.P.
aka Mr. Poet, aka MLP, aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC
(I'm just me)  
Copyright © 2010 by Michael L.P.  All rigthts reserved