She kissed your lips,

And she hugged you tight,

She ran her fingers through your hair,

And whispered, '"It will be right."

She meant some day,

You'll be together,

The months will come and go,

But you won't wait forever.

That plane took off,

Your heart went with it,

You kept her words like a treasure,

That no gold or silver could ever measure.

You got her letters,

She missed you dearly,

Even in the cold winter days,

Her love for you never went weary.

You seen other girls,

All different types,

But you never faltered,

In each lonely night.

It was nearly a year,

And not a word since September,

Then you got the news,

It happened the seventeenth of November.

It's easy to die,

When you don't have to stay,

To watch him weep,

Because you passed away.

He leaves you a rose every year,

At the place of your first kiss,

You both were nervous that day,

And your lips nearly missed.

That day you promised,

When you both were dead,

You'd stay not on Earth,

But in Heaven instead.

And he grew old,

Through the sands of time,

So he could whisper in your ear,

"I am yours, and you are mine."

And you got married,

At the Pearly Gates,

Jesus told you two,

"It was written in your Fates."