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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