I also wrote something for the occassion, enjoy (or not)
Critique is not really required, but if you must, then endulge yourselves.
I just call this one
Happy Ending
When told I had but months to live,
I thought it all was through.
The doctor said I had a chance,
I then consulted you.
A flood of pityful tears I cried,
Then asked the question deep.
Would you be here to love me then,
Or from me would you creep?
Then from your lips I heard the words,
I wanted so to hear.
You said you'd love me for all time,
My heart lept up to cheer.
I told the doctor go ahead,
He cut me side to side.
There's nothing on my chest but scars,
The outcome I can't hide.
But now I have my life to live,
My man is still with me.
I hope to live forever with,
My man beside of me.
2007-10-16
06:24:54
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