Death dear Death,
I do so look forward to our future meeting distant though it may be, and seeing the look in your eyes as you are left holding my decaying empty shell, once again. We have danced to this tune so many times, the count is endless. Each time we meet as if it is our very first.
But such is Life, animated by Love, forever dancing, its shadow, Death, a silent partner, whirling round and round as we go.