Will you still love me,
when my radiant beauty
would transform to wrinkle chin.
When black coal tresses,
would wear grey tinge.
Will you hold my loose skin as softly,
as you hold now and then.
My love ,for you is not venereal ,
I will follow you till your funeral.
After that I will to follow you,
in your other life.
I am a sage ,
for me you are my deity .
I will worship you till day of reckoning .
But will you still love me,
as I do till my funeral ?
