Money you fear
Can always be lost
You try and keep your youth and health
No matter what is the cost
You tremble thinking of death
And wonder when your day will come
But love is something you'll never be without
For whom will supply it, is who this poem is from
I'll be your money
For your happiness is my coin
I'll be your health
For in your old age, our hands will be adjoined
And I'll be your life
For death youll never fear
Because I'll always be by your side
Holding on saying "I love you, my dear"
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
Money you fear
Can always be lost
You try and keep your youth and health
No matter what is the cost
You tremble thinking of death
And wonder when your day will come
But love is something you'll never be without
For whom will supply it, is who this poem is from
I'll be your money
For your happiness is my coin
I'll be your health
For in your old age, our hands will be adjoined
And I'll be your life
For death youll never fear
Because I'll always be by your side
Holding on saying "I love you, my dear"