I shall love you when I'm yet to become,
Yet to achieve a celestial form.
I will love you when I'm not whole,
A body adrift, without a soul.
I will love you with breath and skin,
Even when I've much to begin.
I shall love you like moth to light,
A flutter, a hope that burns through night.
I shall love you when I'm long gone,
When my bones sing your favorite song.
My tomb shall rise with ashes and stone—
Beware, my love, you're never alone.