His Love Is Diagnosed With A Serious Illness Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I love to listen when the blackbird sings
His sweet, sweet song which always brings
New hope to the heart, but what can I say,
There is such sorrow at the end of the day
As he lies there suffering with his broken wings! !
You bring me joy and lighten my heart
When I see you again after being apart,
So I think it's one of the most terrible things
That, like my blackbird, you have broken wings!
I curse the gods who give us such pain,
Who ruin our lives and drive men insane.
What the doctor told you is bound to depress
You, ii's horrible and I must confess
I don't know what I can do, unless
You accept my love, because my heart says 'Yes,
There must be an end to pain and distress,
If I could I would help you out of this mess
Because I love you, girl, more than you could ever guess! !