in sickness and Disease.

In Sickness and Disease.
+++++++13+++++++++

Oh Love how
I Love Thee..
In..Sickness and
Disease,
For..worse or
Worst..
Till Hell do us
Part.
(Or you decide
To kill me.)

+

You are so
Pretty,
Like a flower..
Growing on
A Freshly plotted
Grave..

So...
Fleeting like
these passing
Hours.

(which
constitute
My Days.)

Oh Love..
How I Love
Thee...

In...
Sickness
And
Disease....

J.s.h.