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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