Is there love after death

If she runs, try to follow her
By watching her, she slowly takes time away from her memories
Which drives her into insomnia
But she tries to fight it

By fighting it, turns her lushious locks
Into thin gray hairs, and making her unhappy
Turning her golden brown eyes
Into pits of melacholy and despair

Seeing her in this state
Makes me want to hold her
And help end her suffering
With mine as well

Kissing her lifeless lips one last time
Then plummeting to our doom
At the bottom of the chasm
Makes you wonder is there love after death