A Flirt With Death

I have fallen for my own end. I am in love with

death. Oh heart, why must thou beat for thee?

Yet you do not deny your heart and flirt

with death. May it be that  your heart

beats not for death, but beats because of death?

Alas, I do not know my love. Or should I

say end? This beating, fleeting heart of mine

is bound to yours in time. This heart

that beats for death, of death, does not

know rhythm or rhyme. For it races as you

hold it, skipping beat to beat, unbeating. It

dances and twirls in your nimble hands, as it

flirts with death ever near.

Then may I forever keep your heart, kept

in my nimble hands, forever loved and

protected?

I and it shall be your's and your's only. For 

my death is the beginning of the rest of

my existence with you. Held in your cold,

unyielding, but everlasting embrace.