My Love

My love, thou shall be,

Without you, me

I wouldn't be.


You be my rising star,

And I shall guide you through the dark.


Thee may caress my face and be my strength,

But I shall care for you at an old age.

Old, wrinkly and pitiful,

To me thy still as beautiful.


While thee lay in death bed

I stand by thy side.

Never will I leave

You cannot make me decide.


In heaven we proceed where we be free.

Thee and me will never be defeat,

Our love will progress through eternity.


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