In a world intertwined, love and sickness aligned,
I sought to help her fight, to mend her mind's design.
But her resilience like a serpent coiled tight,
For recovery, her defenses did not unwind.
I whispered softly, sought to bring her peace,
And gently tried to free her from the disease.
But her mind's resistance made me feel so blue,
Our love's dance became a battle too true.
As I watched her slip into despair's deep void,
My heart felt like it was breaking, and I stood, destroyed.
