The (a)bouts of illness

were pain full,

excrusheating,

difficult to live through.

She fell(ed hopes),

built up,

and fell(ed) again.

Through time

she became my

permanent (un)child(like) wife.

One whom I wood care for,

love,

cherish,

and grieve.

 

It was a time

Of pane(s) and

who knew my plans,

but it wood always be

nothing more,

evermore,

nevermore

(my lost

Lenore).