Though parting is such sweet sorrow
I gaze at you from Eden and pray for you a better tomorrow
Now in death I take my eternal leave
I will always be waiting for you here as I am your Adam and you my Eve
The fruits here taste exquisite and are covered in morning dew that drips
But nothing tastes or feels any better then when you and I press our lips
Because even in paradise without you I feel deprived
But on that fateful day once you have arrived
I will wear my wedding day suit with my tie neatly set
You will be wearing the outfit on the day we both first met
Will lye together in Elysian Fields as the grass tickles our feet
My hands