In her whispering hours of life.
She became his wife.
She was dying,
He was crying.
As demented as these two had seemed.
Saying " I do " left in their eyes a beautiful gleam.
She won't leave this world alone.
On her finger was the love she had owned.
He really did love her til her last dying breathe.
On her last night with him, they did wed.
The last lips that had touched her was his.
Two sparks were flying, in between that kiss.
When it was time to say goodbye,
They didn't want to let each other go,
Her breath stopped, it was time to die.
He will never stop loving her, because they loved each other so.
Her lifeless body, lay there, no more color in her face.
He found a way to hold her, a lovers embrace.
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