In shadows cast by fate's cruel hand, she weeps,
A terminal illness gripsa her, and I hold,
The weight of love, a promise sworn to keep,
To ease her pain, to tread a longer path untold.
Yet fear, a haunting specter, lingers near,
For in my heart, a darker whisper speaks,
To spare her agony, my mind unclear,
In desperate realms, my soul and conscience speaks.
But love prevails, compassion lights the way,
To seek a choice that mercy can provide,
To face the storm, whatever price to pay,
For in her eyes, my solace shall reside.
In somber hues, this dance of life and death,
A love untamed, till my last fleeting breath.
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