Just Skin and Bone

Is it wrong,
To have a corpse in my bed?
I do not think so,
Even if she is dead.

I do not think it is disturbing,
I do not think it is a crime.
Even though she has been expired,
for quite some time....

My heart beats for her,
Hers beats for no one else.
She never complains,
Her breath is quiet like a mouse...

My only complaint,
Is the perfume she wears.
A cross between spoiled milk,
Moldy bread, and rotten pears...

I just could not bring myself,
To let her repose underground.
A feast for worms,
Inside her burial mound.

Not once have I thought,
Of ever leaving her side.
Even though it’s been years,
Since she unfortunately died.

I am not scared,
I just don’t want to be alone.
Even if she is
Just skin and bone.

So let me reiterate,
To earlier what was said.
Is it really that wrong,
To have a corpse in my bed?