The Dr informs me that the woman I love is on life support

And according to him her chances of survival are slim.

And I can sense the angel of death hovering over her bedside

He ignores hospital visiting hours using his cold, calloused hands to clutch her throat

Choking her neck, to suffocate her breath

He lurks underneath her white hospital sheets waiting to hear the final beat of her heart

And I’m trying to keep from crying

Feeling overwhelmed by despair where the woman I love more than life itself is slowly dying

According to her doctor’s diagnosis she’s ailing,

Her heart is failing, she is barely alive.

His prognosis is death and the only chance to survive

Is to receive a heart transplant.  My baby needs a heart transplant.

And I’m trying in vain to maintain my composure

But the pain of seeing her suffer is becoming unbearable

Hope begins to diminish and each passing second takes a chance away that she may survive

She’s dying while waiting for a donor heart that may never arrive.

And my love for her is depthless

If she passes away I will become breathless

Misery will haunt my sleep and I will wither away

Like the plucked petals of a wilting purple rose

So I tell the Dr “I’ll be her donor

I’ll give up my life, donate my organs

For her heart transplant.”

The Dr shakes his head in disbelief and refuses

To consider the thought.

“THAT’S SUICIDE!” He replied

“YOU will die.”

But I’m overwhelmed with grief, So I continue my plea

“DR, please listen to me, my heart will not beat,

My lungs would not breathe if she was to leave.

And I’m aware that physicians take the Hippocratic Oath

To protect the sanctity of human life, but you must understand,

That woman you see laying in the hospital bed,

Is just a patient to you, but to ME, she is my reason for breathing.

So I’m willingly offering to give up my life, make the ultimate sacrifice,

Pay the ultimate price,

So that she can live.

Because if she dies, I too would die,

Of a broken heart.

So Dr I give you permission to perform open heart surgery on me,

Plug my nostrils with anesthesia; place me in a deep sleep.

Severe the chambers connected to my heart

Make the incisions,

That’s MY decision,

Because life with out her, life ain’t worth living

She’s on life support and if her heart stops beating

I would have no one to support in life.

So Dr begin the operation

Circulate her blood thru her cardio pulmonary bypass

To keep her blood oxygen rich

Then make the switch.

Use steel tools to cut thru my bone

Transplant my heart into her chest

Trim my organs to fit inside of her

Suture them into place,

Reconnect the vessels then

Close her chest cavity.

Stitch her flesh with threads of my love

Wipe away the blood then bathe her body with my tears.

And I will rest in peace knowing that she lives on with my heart

Take her to ICU to recover

And when she wakes up to discover

That I’m not by her bedside,

Don’t tell her how I died.

Instead, tell her that a piece of me now lives on inside her

And tell her that I’ll always love her

And when she fully recuperates

And gains full conscienceness,

Only then can you tell her that my dying wish

Was for her to live a life of happiness.

Free of heartache pain and despair

And tell her to take deep breaths when she inhales the air.

Tell her to savor the smell of roses in bloom

And when she begins to feel alone

tell her to sniff  my shirt

And reminisce about the scent of my cologne.

But most importantly, tell her not to weep for me

But accept my heart as a gift

Because as long as my heart beat pulsates within her body,

As long as she lives on with my coronary arteries

She’ll never be apart from me.

And when she thinks of me, tell her to clutch her chest

The region to the left of her breast

So she can feel my heartbeat within her

And know my life force is the source pumping and circulating the blood

That now flows throughout her body.

So swap her failing heart with mine

Remove my organs I’ll be the donor of her heart transplant

Because you want me to go on living without her,

But DOC,  I CANT,

I CAN’T

I CAN’T

I CAN’T”