If I should pass away before you do, knowing your heart is free to love again, the torment of that thought would carry through the grave to life beyond my mortal end.
If you should pass away before my eyes, knowing my life is void of your sweet love, my life would be but death in life's disguise, spent seeking you in empty skies above.
'Tis best if our eternal love had life eternal, spent eternally in birth, or that neither your husband nor my wife should know a moment spent alone on Earth.
Life's but a fleeting moment winding fast, that we should spend as if it were our last.