May your limbs entwine and entangle me.
May they envelope and engulf me ever closer to you
May I get ensnared and incised by your thorns
May the light of your eyes inspire and enchant me
May the last inch of my skin replenish you
May the last drop of my blood revive you
May the last ounce of my soul resurrect you
Dying in your arms would not be death to me.
- Poor Poetry Attempt