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).