Oxymorons of love and death

To love but lose your will
Is that love at all?
And surrender to be freed
Is it freedom at all?
Finally to die in order to live
Is that life anymore?

And then, epiphany.
New boundaries, new standards.
All demonstrated, tried and tested.
A reciprocated or an unrequited affection;
A strive for or a declination of perfection?

The baton has been passed.
In the spotlight i stand and bask.

And so, death to me.