Where there is love, there will be life

As I rot into the ground, the beauty of life will once again sprout from my throat, and all it will know is love. The soft petals will sway in the breeze and hide away when the soft sunlight dips into the horizon. In every life, love will bloom, whether it's the comforting hums of a new mother or the loving hands of a partner. 

Even if the curse that stilled anyone who looked into your eyes was latched onto your soul. Knowing my fate, I'd look at you a thousand times over in every universe, every new body, my soul would still ache for you. Even while the fear filled my body, I wouldn't look away because looking at you for eternity is the thing my soul craved the most.
As I breathed my last breath, I whispered my love into the breeze and watched it dance between the trees and the never-ending fields that filled this land, and I had hoped that one day it would reach you, whether it ended up as the soft waves of the sea or the comforting summer breeze. Even in the weakest parts of me, all I could ever do was love you.
Even when I'm long gone, and my body is covered in stone and moss that crept up over the years,  I will still find you as beautiful as the sunset, casting a beautiful hue over the land, or the golden brown honey dripping from the bees' nest because not even the stone that has stilled my body is heavier than the love I've carried for you.