Get Ready
Hour after hour, I was sitting there,
the time unknown,
deep in prayer.
Her hand I held, but she was unaware,
I was all alone,
in much dispare.
I wish we'd had, more times to share,
while I was grown,
it isn't fair.
This is more, than even I can bear,
no mercy shown,
or life to spare.
Her breathe is short, and she is gasping air,
I hear her moan,
and I prepare.
The time has come, and this I swear,
it will be known,
there's no compare,
the love we share!
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