Married love

You and I
Have so much love,
That it
Burn like a fire,
In wich we bake a lump of clay
Molded into a figure of you
And a figure of me.
Than we take both of them,
And break into a pieces,
And mixed the pieces with water,
And mold again a figure of you,
And a figure of me.
I am in your clay.
You are in my clay.
In life we share a single quilt.
In death we will share a single coffin.