They say to have and to hold
But they leave you alone
For better for worse
Now your riding in a hearse
For richer for poorer
Mind as well be living in a box
In sickness in health
I'm dying here today
To love and to cherish
How about to hate and perish
Till death do us part
He's lingering at the door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awwwwee.... neat.....