Dear Heart
• 05/19/18 at 11:40AM •When I see you, my dear heart
And watch as you slowly come apart,
Your memory, once so acutely fine,
Continues into a slow, steady decline.
No, I will never, in my life, understand
Why this disease, with it's cruel demand,
Leaves a shell, that I clearly see,
Why God chose you and not me.
So, I say to, my sweet wife,
My love for you, is for life.
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such a beautiful and heartfelt poem