Until Death Do They Part.

[TiaLynn]

He thought of her as though she was a goddess;
She walked and talked like she was but a glowing light...
Her face was porcelin and doll-like.
He claimed her to be temperate and modest.

Upon her he laid a gentle kiss,
He married her with intentions so true;
For she was pure like dew.
She laid upon him her graceful bliss;

Together, they were perfect and unique.
Together, they felt they could do anything...
All the time, they were bound by that lovely ring.
Even in the old age, their love was antique;

Until the end, they promised to fill each other's heart...
They promised it was really until death do they part.
~Sonnet.