And when you make love to her,
you feel true, and beautiful
passion, and you, for at least that moment,
lose your fear of death.
I believe that love that is true and real
creates a respite from death.
All cowardice comes from not loving,
or not loving well, which is the same thing.
And when the man who is brave and true
looks Death squarely in the face
like some rhino-hunters I know,
or Belmonte, who’s truly brave.
It is because they love with sufficient
passion, to push death out of their minds,
until it returns, as it does, to all men.
And then you must make really good love again.