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Will You

Will You

    Will you still love me if I never walk again? When my limbs become wheels, no longer 4 feet 11 inches in height. Will you stick around through my pain?

Bowlegs, Coca-cola bottle shape that only sits and no longer stand. Will you still love me when my hobbies become doctor's appointments and finding ways to suit my pain?

When laughter becomes my pain and my way of hiding my poker face, development of a stone face an expressionless, showing no emotion face. When sleeping in each other arms, no longer comfort us only brings unwelcoming vibration,  leg shaking not from making love or pillow fighting. It's Mr. Muscles Spasms! he wants to play my night visitor, he never cancels, he makes his own time and never late.

Movements I have no control over, no warning, no phone calls, no knock on the door,  he enters as please.
When kisses and saying "I love you" don't stop nor take away the pain. Will you fight for us? Talk for us? Walk for us?will you love for both of us? Most important will you pray for us? Stay for us? Will you still be there, when the end never seems to end? Will you pick me up or catch me when I fall?
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow ?

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