Yesterday, she crossed the bar,
Her companion is in a traumatic state now
The demise of his lover made him
Weep the oceans.
The tears are dropping profusely like the
Smoke from a cigarette.
The droppings are blazing like the fire that
Met Moses on the mountains.
"No one stops a man from weeping",he muttered
" Tell death I will meat him",he sorrowfully shouted.
His companion was very good at consoling, he remembered.
"She was good at cooking any dish from heaven.
" I loved my wife",the man said painfully.
"Maybe she was tired of loving me,
" Maybe I cherished her so much",
Or the love I gave her was too little.
"Honey",
He mentioned holding the picture of his wife.
"Why didn't you tell me you needed more love"?
From our initial stage we met,
I loved you more than my life.
Why? Tell me,love!Why?
In just some seconds the giver appeared.
I'm the giver,I gave her to you
Now I took her from you,
Gentleman, crying and blaming yourself
Will not solve anything.
Always have hope in me that
I will give back your love
Stay happily, the giver disappeared.

When a wife dies,
Husbands are torn in the flesh
They blame their capable self
Cursing the air and
Fighting death with their mouths.
There is hope for all men
The giver who gives,
Will surely give in abundance.



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