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Posted by MFish

The enduring heart, is my love for you,
No matter what you say or do.
Our daily talks are hard for me.
I can't imagine what they do to thee.
This dread disease is a terrible affliction,
That affects your own good diction.
There is no patience on your part,
So I must do all I can
And do it now, not in ten,
To help you through these sad days
And bring a peace to your mind.
This I do for you, in kind.

A Comment by Loy

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Loy • 06/30/2019 at 10:30AM • Like 1 Profile

Sweet poem - it must be very difficult and trying. Even though she doesn't know it or show it, she's lucky to have you....

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