Martyrdom for love

He only knew her name;
a name he never spoke.
He loved her which was odd
as he thought love was a joke.

He knew he couldn't touch her,
she told him not to try.
You see, she loved him too,
although she knew not why.

He looked into her gaze
and smelt her fragrant breath
he kissed her on the cheek
he knew her name was death.