Can Love Transcend Poem by Stuart Lieberman

Whatever is the end?
I think it does, it must it will.
All else would be a bitter pill.
For life to perish in a swill
Of tawdry nothingness would kill
All meaning of how life ascended,
Of how Precambrian souls did bend
The animate from dust and blend
The soup resulting to a loving kiss.

We sent our souls into the invisible
Some letter of an afterlife to spell.
Instead returned they to us from the well
Of time filled o'er with procreative bliss.
So love transcended; nothing is amiss.