’TIL DEATH DO US PART!
’TIL DEATH DO US PART! To dearest (would-be) husband: As I wistfully move my fingers, Over the soft lips in your photograph, That I affectionately hold in my hand, Which I took when I bid thee adieu, At that bus station — teary-eyed — Lips — that have uttered a thousand, ‘I love yous’ in […]
