Though the road is rough,
And the past relationship tough.
My love for you grows more and more,
And your loving ways open yet another door.
I don't know what I'd do,
If push came to shove and I lost you.
Please belive that your my world, my heart, my soul,
And when we die, towards Heaven we shall roll.
Jem Baker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mum-17/
