I don't want death to bring us together
I want that motive to be life,
I want her to be my children's mother
But, first to be my wife.
I don't want her to be my mate
Only because her husband had died,
Death would had then been called our fate
If he were living, from me she would run and hide.
I would hate to look into her eyes
And not ever to see me there,
As though I had become her late husband, in disguise
That! My soul and I could not ever bare.
Until death do us part the bible does say
In heaven our final judgement will be told,
As a Christian that I believe and in that I do pray
But, in heaven whose arm forever will she want to hold.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem