death do part

to feel, to touch
to hold is too much,
to love and to lust,
my heart falls to rust.

to see and to hear,
the thought of you near,
to have and to hold,
your ever so cold.

to mourn and to weep,
you made me complete,
to lower you down,
right into the ground.

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