His love was pure

In word and deed,

Her mind unsure

and doubts did seed.

He loved her still

Through the questions.

Her love was nill,

After the tensions.

His heart was broken

By the one of his love.

His love was stolen

By an angel from above.

Yet she loved another

Who had much more.

She loved that other

Because He was poor.

He wandered about,

His heart was missing.

Then, while in doubt,

Death, his soul was kissing.

He brought it back,

His love and life,

He brought it back

And got a wife.

She lost the other,

The one with money,

Who went with another,

Who had more to see.

She turned around

To look for Him.

She found him sound,

He was sane and slim.

Now with money,

She sought him out.

Yet he'd always be,

With wife, with no doubt.