Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

How can one find the first moment of love? When, in what instant, does the night's dark sky become blue?

For I'll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises. ... and Love shall not be wrested from my veins.

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

the reverse side of love is unbearable loss.