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Sad Poem
The situation's bleak, it's true;
I won't pretend.
I almost feel I ought to rue,
Should make amends
For all the times you'd miss me, cry,
Regret and mourn...
Our empty bed around you, lie,
Embraces yearn.
I never wanted it that way,
My love; you'd know.
I really want to live, to stay;
Yet odds are low
The plans we had will work, ensure
A happy ending.
At times like this, I'm not too sure...
My heart is rending!
I never want to part with you,
But wants are useless.
And all those drugs, and treatments , too,
Do little, Jess...
I feel the pain of watching me
Get ever-sicker.
Your eyes betray it; I can see
That terror flicker.
And that's by far the worst,
No doubt, this illness wrongs.
For I, who've dealt with it--this curse--
For all too long
Am pained far more from dwelling on,
And fearing greatly,
Your hurt should I be dead and gone;
I'm worried lately...
But that's enough. You love me so;
Of that, I'm sure.
Whenever I've been feeling low,
You reassure.
I'll do most everything I can
To stay, survive.
And--damn the odds--let's hope the plan
Will work, and strive
To live a lifetime every day,
To have and hold,
To treasure every single ray
Of sunshine, gold...
Our walks, together hand-and-heart,
And wondrous kisses...
Embraces, what they often start:
Seductive blisses.
'Til death us part, with no regrets,
Let's live and love.
You taught me that; I'm in your debt
Forever, dove.
By Allan Glenn
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