I Will Have Her if I Die for It, Said Mister Bower

Four women taught by weal and woe to love labour in their prime. One day when i was very lonely and had a good cry on a rag bag. I never thought it would go where it could tell tales, said joe. It's very bad poetry, but i felt it when i wrote it. Four sisters parted for an hour, none lost, only one gone before,. made by love's immortal power. Nearest and dearest evermore.