It's a Glorious Time

It's a glorious time,
as I write on this page.
It's a glorious time,
in spite of my rage.
My rage against a
disease, which is this cruel,
for there is no cure
and no medical tool.
Yet in this glorious life,
I'm here to support
my most beautiful wife.
She says she loves me,
many times, during the day,
with word so profound,
I could lose my way.
When going to bed,
I see in her eyes,
a pure love I wed,
no tears and no sighs.