IB (January20,1993 / Golden City MO.)

No Longer

My hands are going numb,
I can no longer hold his
My eyes are getting tired,
I can no longer see him
My body is getting week,
I can no longer feel his warmth
My heart is growing cold,
And now it's not that I can't,
But I choose to no longer,
Love him.

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Great whole body capture. Keep it up!