I have not been spared,
From what I fear,
It\'s triumphant like a snare,
I cry in utter despair,
My suffering is not fair,
I received a scare,
From my deepest nightmare,
I cannot bear,
That it\'s so near,
It\'s like she doesn\'t even care,
That our heart is broken without repair,
What will my reaction be?
When I see her unmoving being,
Her skin without it\'s usual hue,
Will cause an ache in my heart to bloom,
The question is:
Will I get over this soon?
Or am I condemned to eternal gloom?