Again and again

I was killed in my last life.
And I distinctly remember it was
her, who put the final stroke
Of the dagger
Deep into my heart.
The last thing that I
Remembered
Just before I passed out,
Was her swaggering walk
After getting fully satisfied
That I was not breathing
Anymore, and no life
Was left in me.
But this life,
After resurrection,
I was cautious not to
Go too close, although
We were close enough to
Whisper into each other's
Ears and wet
Our entangled limbs, just
Like a dam, gushing out
Flood water after
A heavy rain.
This time, this life,
I had protected myself with
A bullet proof vest,
But barely I knew that the
Vest could be removed with
Her sweet nothing mummers,
And after that,
I died again.
Thus, life after life
I lived, for
Everytime to go back to her
Again, and be killed by my
love that was mine alone!