even the death won't do us apart,
the grave will not become a limitation to our Vow,
though, when the moveless world call's upon us,
and the flow of our breath, begun to stop,
shall my passion became bright as the full moon,
with my dry bones and dry skin will I still kiss and hold you close,
without teeth and tongue will I laugh to your voiceless joke's,
my soulless body will dance and move to the feel of your touch,
for our death will become a new beginning to our oath,
by the time riches became poor, our love shall become our strength,
in the hour of sickness and health, we shall still stand together,
even death, will not be a standing block to our alter vow.