The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours
And yours
Seriously????
Where is the love??? I had no idea Chelsea was a Sylvia Plath or Emily Dickenson gotthic type! 
I am terribly disappointed. 
The origin of the poem has a bizarre history. It was written in 1943, by a certain Marks, who was a cryptographer for the British during World War II. He wrote it after his galfriend died in a plane crush. 
Okkkkkkk.......I mean, seriously?????? I mean, i know the groom name is Marc---a little similarity there, but heloooooo? How bizarre. There is NO trace of LOVE in the poem, which is highly inappropriate. The poem had no happy mood groove, which is sad and disappointing. And Worst-- the poem has this ready attitude to embrace death. WTF?????
http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_upshot/20 ... tish-spies
