Necrophilia

My proposal you had rejected,
You went with him too far.
It’s your choice you had selected,
But now you became a star.
I took you from the morgue to my house,
As there suffocation and cold you may
feel.
As you can be eaten by a mouse,
As there is no one to give you the meal.
No one came to take you,
Maybe your decision this time is wrong,
But still you met persons few,
Who shall love you forever long.
Not a word that you say,
are you still feeeling shy?
You stay still night and day,
Remember! even after death you shall be
my.