A New Woman

sickness and in health

She was well and you love her.
she was sick and you love her.
she couldn't walk and you loved her.
she was in a wheel chair and you loved her more.
she is now on her death bed and you praise her.
she died one day and you cried so hard at the funeral.
Now before she went away she was very lucky and glad she had a man who loved her in sickness and in health.
And so will i.


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