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.

Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America