Prior to May of last year, when I met the most amazing girl I ever even heard of, I didn't really dwell on it. I had come to believe, with few remaining doubts, that CF would kill me in short order, but by then, with how sick it made me on a constant basis, I was more or less indifferent to the possibility. In hindsight, that was a bad time. Nowadays, when I think morbid thoughts, I often indulge more positive emotions by writing poetry. I believe I put it best in this one:
<b>A Playwright's View</b>
"Through every setback, hope remains
And life is great...
Despite the thunder, and the rains;
No matter Fate.
With you nearby, that hope still soars
To splendid heights.
I love you deeply, wanting more,
My sweet delight.
It's been too long since last embrace,
Since last we kissed.
Since last I gazed at that adoring face...
You're sorely missed!
I know you worry, as I do
Of things in store.
Whatever happens, know: I'll love you
All the more.
No matter what the future brings,
I'll hold you near,
Regardless of how long we'll cling;
A day, or years...
The time we spend together flies,
It seems, so fast.
I never want to say goodbye;
I hope it lasts...
Regardless, though, I know you're strong
And will survive.
Our love is anything but wrong,
And I will strive...
To kiss and reassure you always,
Making clear
That even on the worst of days,
I held you dear...
You mean the world to me, my sweet,
And that's a fact.
I worship you from head to feet,
From front to back...
Those prior months with you have all
Been my life's best.
I treasured every message, call
From you, dear Jess!
It's been a joyous Broadway show
To end all shows...
You took me there, from feeling low,
You shook those woes!
And it goes on, though no one knows
Its future twists.
Though plot suspenseful, it's a show
Not to be missed!
Enjoy the play, unknown in length
Though it may be.
Together, may we find the strength
To shape it, see."</i>
