Death Is Not Victorious Upon Her Passing!
Ricardo Saúl LaRosa
The Poet, alone, with a coffin and the greatest love of his life inside;Sleeping peacefully; her spirit preparing for her transformation,The Poet, restless; tormented in his agony; but happy for her;For she is being initiated into the Great Spiritual Beyond;Where only angels and blessed beings reign;In his despair the Poet crying, shouting, declares his love’s victory over death…
A Soliloquy of Love:
Death can not make a mockery of our love,For it is more powerful than the Universe,Known and unknown,Death can not claim victory over my love,For she has not died!
She is alive in every atom that I breath;She lives in every rose petal blossoming with love’s sweet fragrance,She lives in every sunbeam that showers our Earth with Life,She lives in every lover’s kiss that comes from the heart,She lives in every girl’s heart wishing for that one true love: forevermore,She lives in every lonely heart that has never known love, but, believes,Believes in love, as this poet believes in love;She is standing next to me, this moment;Embracing me, wiping the tears off my face, holding me;Though these mortal eyes of mine can not see her,My heart explodes with delight feeling her warmth,