Love as One

Your hand has become cold to the touch.
Your voice has become nothing more than a silent whisper.
Your heartbeat has become nothing more than a silent thud.
And you life has become nothing more than a dwindling flame.
But your love, oh how your love grows.
What started as a spark has grown into the unimaginable.
It has grown into a roaring forest fire that can be seen from the cosmos.
A flame that cannot be dowsed by water, by lies, nor by hatred.
A flame that has consumed me in body, mind, and soul.
But it brings no pain, no blood, no death.
It brings only joy, joy at the sight of it.
And to think that this flame only consumes me.
As it merges with the flame of my own love, we become one.
Though your body is gone, your spirit roams free.
Though my body lies dead, my spirit sets out to be.
An endless search to find the love I had in life to converge as one in death.
At last, we become one; one being, one mind, one spirit.
A search for the ages has ended and the treasure of kings found.
A treasure grand enough to make a man cry.
But neither a treasure of man or machine.
A treasure of heart is what lies with us.
A rare treasure called love.