As always, Emily Dickinson’s poems strike the heart deep. I came across this randomly, and now I keep going back to it. From The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little Brown, 1960; no. 809, p.394), a poem about love, immortality and the divine:
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality
Nay, it is Deity—
Unable they that love—to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.