Loving You Poem by Victoria Dame

Twenty-eight years I want twenty-nine
How could you tell me everything was fine
Why would you even think of dying
Would you really leave without trying
I'm so angry I could cry
To get help you have to try
For this disease there is a cure
And there's one thing I know for sure
I'll not take this lying down
It's not time to put you in the ground
You'll get up and you will fight
For our love and all that's right
Because twenty-eight years of loving you
Will become twenty-nine before I'm through.