Sunlight shining off her vanila like skin
and birds whistling to welcome us to the early morning
As she slowly opens her sleepy eyes
I muster a smile but she knows
My smile goes and her head drops
what can you do when your wife is dieing
what can you do when the doctors tell you it's not worth trying

The room begins to fill with sounds of tears
and the sunlight which only moments ago lit up her face is now gone
the birds that sang so loud is now only a whisper
and all that remains in this shoebox room are the tears that I wipe away from my wifes face
I hold her close, it is the least a husband can do for the love of his life
for all of time, she will forever be my beautiful wife.