Poets sometimes voice a feeling that even death cannot break the bonds of love.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! And, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
(Sonnets from the Portugese XLIII by Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
But does love really transcend bodily death and do we ever meet our loved ones