Moments in a dark room. The moments I thought my soul was lost.
That My soul was doomed.
The bright light from your eyes led me. It fed me. It made me well again.
Cured my Cancer.
Current disease. My infected mind tormented and greased. My peripheral time encircling me.
Torturing me with stress.
A beast that beat louder and never gave me rest. That’s why your love is the best.
Your love saves.
Your love saved My murderous cancer. So I propose this day that this true love stays.
Imagining a day when your response says…