Death Has No Dominion

DEATH HAS NO DOMINION "O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty." Thy youth and matchless beauty reign supreme And have not been corrupted by death’s hand. Those yielding lips, like cherries from the south, Still offer seeming heaven to mine eyes. My jealous soul remarketh thy coy loss : I ask is death thy new true lover now? Fie! Keep his courtship at a distance cold ! With thee, my love, forever would I stay - And enter death’s dark temple as a man Who seeketh there his lost and broken heart. Through yon temple door do I quickly step To meet that smile of thine and never leave. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written on 26 July 2011 for Wandering Butterfly’s Contest “Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is love”