The Cure You Shared Poem by Quoth TheRaven

You turn and risk two smiling eyes my way as I walk in..
how pretty you look sitting upright in that little bed,
Quietly you whisper, how well your wedding gown would fit,
imagining our dream wedding dance in your fever'd head.

And do you still hear the sweet music of the love we made,
in a different room, full of flowers, where children bloomed?
Those memories savored now, where you, my heart's saviour layed,
the shadows drowned by your brilliant glow in musky perfume.

Tired nurses and CNA's steal a glance behind misty glasses,
at a star'y eyed groom longing to see his bride in prime.
Unafraid of death's grasp, I pulled away her tear-filled mask,
dared kiss two lips in precious life that hugged me one more time.

If loving you proved lethal, or a lingering disease,
then let it linger, I need no cure for what's shared within.
Warm hands and laughing eyes so cherished., I'm now loath to leave..
so please stay here with me, sharing in all that love was meant.