Submissions by ZechariahPenn

As long as this heart still beating,
and lungs still breathing.
till the break of day,
till the end of time,
I'm still yours,
and you're still mine.

When death becomes friendly,
eager to take me there,
vows and promises were made,
to wait for you at the pearly gate.
for death is nothing but a tool,
of our love to make it stronger,
of our memories to make it bold,
giving us something to ponder,
and cherish when we grow old.