Does anyone think What I really want Is to hold this hand Forever? Does anyone know When they see his face That he is the one Forever? Is there time to bolt Into the maybe- Mercy of Tokyo Street Life, not be wife Forever? There is a German Tinge a teutonic Request made out of 'Forever'. Diamond death cuts holes In the soles of my shoes Furnace forges ties Forever. Instead it glitters On my third finger, Band of the Brothers, Committing my soul Forever. And that flower crown Queen of Suffering Ach Du, mein lieber! Forever. They didn't ask me "Do you take this man? Will you give him you Forever?" I hook'd my black dress Over the bedroom Door, stripped to the bones Forever. The handle twisted. My husband walked in. He grabbed my long hair And in my ear he whispered: "Forever."