Illness

I don't want to be your shadow
I don't want to be your ghost
In a mirror, on a meadow
Something's found, and something's lost.

I dont want to be your wickness,
While you're strong,as you should be
I don't want to be your greedness
Of making reality.

I don't want to be a looser,
But exactly I am so
You're my light, and my confusor.
If you'll answer, let me know.

I don't want to search your eyes and
I don't want to search your face
There is something sacrificing
In your life and in your grace.

And I love you still by still
I am permanently ill.