To Lenore
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).