In Love Alone In Love

We never walked down the isle in africa we never do when pocket light so we sat on plastic seats in the heat the tent tried and died in the steam sweat, hopes and hot tea We never walked down the isle but jus one job was to be in love , in respect, in you till blood clots an the skins turn purple but we died within the year the breath did not dry We never walked down the isle i know it must be a lie to be wife to be fine like siblings when alive just sitting and eating eating and ting ing the sleeping sleeping without dying dying without loving loving your wife whome you married by the lake