The Love Letter.

Hand shaky,

As I use my trusty quill...

Take a deep breath—

No need for any stress.

I fear that the ink is flaky,

Now I need to take a pill.

I write before my death—

I try not to make a mess.

To my loving wife,

Whom I have known...

All my life—

My love for her ever shown.

We have no strife,

But have always grown...

Like my playing of the fife—

Which I play in my gown.

Tears fall onto the letter,

I am afraid my time is over...

Maybe I will get better—

My Love for her will live- forever.