Rotten love

I'm decomposing. Bugs are crawling on my body. I feel funny. Am I really decomposing ? Or is it only my heart ? Giving and loving Is what they call me. Will they still call me that ? After that their eyes will have see A heart, my heart Entirely rot, decomposed. Maybe I've loved, give too much ? Maybe I'll not care anymore ? Maybe I won't need a heart anymore ? But even if my heart as died. I'll love you. My love for you will nevr end, Even if my heart doesn't beat anymore.