Inside of me there is a hurt that lives through a thousand cries;
The torment wondering if it's the last I'll look into your eyes.
Your body is broken and beaten the grasp for life in each breath,
A machine to breathe life into you or surely you'd meet your death.
How sad you must feel being stripped of all freedom of being alive,
Your heart and soul are giving up and I don't know if you'll survive.
My best friend, the father of my children, my one true love in life,
I thank God for giving me the eternal honor of being your revered wife.
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