Your Pusha


Till Death Do Us Part


I tell you now in the beginning so you know from the start.
I promise to love you with everything I am with my whole heart.
Not just a piece, not just a little, but with every inch of my heart.

Know I won't lie to you I won't hurt you, my love, Ill never pretend.
My heart is always yours completely forever until the end.
With these thoughts moving as a storm blows the wind.
Turn back the page so you can read my words once again.

I tell you now in the beginning so you know from the start.
I couldn't love another you are the one, the only, the missing part.
Close my eyes it's you I see next to me, old and gray, till death do us part.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 27, 2012

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