why do i put my life in his hands?
my love for him is great,
and yet i fear for his life,
unknowing if he will live or die.
Needing him to hold me,
wanting to hear his soothing words.
I know it won't come true,
all of my wishes and dreams.
Why do i love him?
even when he has lied!
This heart of mine,
has never loved,
never cared.
But it aches to be near him,
and i am saddened everyday,
when i never hear from him.
He is far from me,
yet not far from my heart and soul.
My existance is being held in the balance of my dying lovers heart.
(this is for all of the people who feel the same with a dying loved one.)