Even after death?

Will you still love me when my flesh rots away,
when decay claims my form and worms start to play?


Will you cherish my remains like what i once was,
and still love me eternally?


Will you hold me close despite the decay?
                    
Despite the putrid stench that won't go away?

Will you cling to me despite the bugs on display?
And still love me eternally?

Will you stay as my flesh dissolves away?

Or will you turn away?
Give up, and run away?
    
.  .   . . .   .   .

Please  dear
           Decay with me
                    Lay with me

Please dear
           Hold me near
                     Dont turn away, and disappear