In sterile halls where silence weighs like stone,
I pace these floors while you fight on your own,
My darling wife, my soul, my sweetest friend—
Without you here, I feel my world might end.
Each labored breath you take echoes in me,
A symphony of love and agony,
While machines beep the rhythm of your heart,
I’m dying here, though we’re just rooms apart.
You are the sunrise painting morning gold,
The gentle warmth when days grow harsh and cold,
My anchor in life’s most tempestuous sea—
Without your love, what would become of me?
I watch you sleep, so brave yet looking small,
And whisper prayers to anyone who’ll call,
That strength will fill your weary, aching chest,
That healing comes to give your body rest.
Remember, love, our first dance in the rain?
How you laughed through joy and through the pain?
That spirit burns so bright within your core—
Please fight, my love, I need you so much more.
Your gentle hands that soothed my every fear,
Your tender voice I long so much to hear,
Your brilliant smile that lights my darkest hour—
Come back to me with all your healing power.
I love you more than oceans love the shore,
Than flowers love the sun they’re living for,
You are my breath, my reason, and my song—
Please hurry home where you and I belong.
Until that blessed day when you’re released,
I’ll hold you close within my heart, at least,
My precious wife, my everything, my life—
Get well, my love, my partner, and my wife.
With all my love and endless devotion