Poem - Four More Months

Doc said I'm going to die,
and I've only got four months left to live.
So I figured I'd give it one last try,
to show you all that I would give.

Because I know you're the cure,
that you'll cleanse my body of this demon,
and believe me because I'm more than sure,
only you can give me back my freedom.

Because it's much too soon,
I've got much more to do,
won't you hear my plea?
I'm begging you, I'm on my knees.

Because you're all I've got remaining,
and sorry if I seem desperate,
but my strength is draining,
while we remain separate.

Just four months, sixteen more weeks,
not much time, to be with whom I seek.
But you're the one who can repair:
my heart that could never prepare.