My Wife

[TieuThoBuiDoi]

You're the bone of my bones

Who I love for my wife.

The flesh of my flesh

And my partner in life.



For me to have and to hold

For better or for worse.

To love and to cherish

Though we might fight and curse.



Be I richer or poorer,

'Till death makes us part,

I will give you great portions

Of my soul and my heart.



Heaven won't be heaven

If I don 't see you there,

May the first to go

Be me, is my prayer.



By Tom Zart