If I'd die, would you marry me again? ...
After, up in Heaven, would, our love
never end?
For, without life, spent ever more
embraced, by your loving arms...
Life, would, forever more, be not
worth living, minus, all life's
cherished charms.
Without that wonderful smile...
I'd be, like stranded on a
deserted isle.
When, i am greeted by
your tender smile...
After, being away, for awhile...
I.am at last, no longer, sad
and moody...
Now, I be, merely, on your,
special-love duty.
A vaulted mine, filled
with bouncing terms...
I have caught your
deadly-Love-Germs.
They've infected me,
since our uplifted,
happy, filled journey...
It's plain to see, that,
we'll never be in
need, of a, nasty,
divorce attorney.
If, I'd die, I'd hope
that again, we
would wed...
Enough in words
of love, has
been said.
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