If Death Was My Lover

Summary

The text is a poetic reflection on the concept of death as a lover, exploring how embracing mortality can enrich life's experiences and values.

Abstract

The poem "If Death Was My Lover" by an unnamed author uses a unique metaphor to delve into the relationship between life and death. The speaker imagines death as a romantic partner, suggesting that such an intimate connection would lead to a deeper appreciation for life, a fearless approach to living, and a focus on making meaningful contributions to humanity. The poem emphasizes cherishing each day, learning to love deeply without retreat, and planning life's journey with death as a constant companion. It speaks to the idea of living in the moment, enjoying the world's beauty, and being patient until death ultimately 'marries' the speaker. The piece was crafted in response to Diana C.'s Spooktember Week #1 prompt and is part of a larger writing challenge the author is participating in with two other writers.

Opinions

The author believes that personifying death as a lover would transform one's perspective on life, making every moment count.
There is an opinion that embracing death can alleviate the fear of it and teach one to value life more profoundly.
The text suggests that viewing death as a best friend could lead to a more focused and purposeful life, with less time wasted and more effort put into valuable endeavors.
The poem conveys the idea that death's constant presence would encourage one to live fully and freely, without the burden of worries.
The author implies that preparing for the inevitable union with death can lead to a patient and present-focused life, as one waits for the unknowable wedding date.

Things would be different

If death was my lover I would learn to live While holding it close Cherishing every day I was able to breathe I would travel with death every night when I go to sleep Giving it my full attention A chance at what we could be

If death was my lover I would learn to love So deep to a point of no retreat I would lean close and whisper in its ear Telling it about how much its presence Has taught me to value life And that I was no longer afraid There’s a reason it’s part of my life

If death was my lover, it would be my best friend No longer an acquaintance It would help me plan out my life till the very end I would be more focused and not waste time Putting my efforts into use to bring value to mankind

If death was my lover, I know I would be spoilt With chances to enjoy the beauty in the world We would dance as if life lasts forever Allowing myself to be free From worries that burden me Death would be within reach It would always be waiting for me

If death was my lover I would learn to be patient There’s no point in rushing when you can live in the moment I know that death would eventually marry me and take me away I am unsure of the date Death is keeping it a secret and making me wait When that day comes, I will not be surprised Because what death doesn’t know is that I’ve prepared everything, including my vows

Thank you for reading. This poem was written in response to Diana C.’s Spooktember Week #1 prompt If death was my lover. I’m playing this game with Brown Boi and Hamsalekha. You can find out more about it here. This is piece №5, Day 5 out of 30.

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