Devotion

Death loved you so much
That death gave you back
Safely the first time,

A great sacrifice
Of pure devotion
That touched you deeply,

And you thought yourself
Specially in love
With death in return,

Only in that way
That people who feel
Unreasonably

Loved fondly shelter
The thought of that love
As backup treasure,

Rainy-day option,
At least so-and-so
Will always love me,

But never really
Requiting that love
Or admitting it

To the world, always
Looking out for love
That you’d love better,

Love that you’d chosen
Yourself. Death never
Stopped loving you, though.

Death remained faithful
To you, to you, to
Every living thing.