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About the ravages of Lupus from a husband's viewpoint. |
| Ravaged By Lupus In my mind her image remains unchanged I reach out to caress my loving wife Slowly it crept, stalking inch by inch Stealthily adding a pound at a time. She looks into her mirror. shocked by her Image, unrecognizable, stoic. Blotchy, bloated, a token symbol Of a Discoid Lupus ‘Butterfly Rash’. Sometimes forgetting pain, my "love" again In brief respite, her eyes burn within like Lively diamonds sparkling with desire Her mischievious smile lightens my heart. Voice now devoid of pain, a melodic Memento for me. Teasing, tinkling sounds As my wife’s voice flows joyously No longer burdened with silence or pain. It matters not what the mirror reflects She will not be lost in the PredniZONE Her beauty lies within, deeper Than the ravages of Lupus. |