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Lately, I have been working from day to day,
As I fend for this rather vigorous family of four;
Somehow, I managed to seclude you in a way
So awry that it hurts me when I think of it more.

However, darling, you must fathom how I feel,
Because I do love you more than life itself;
There is nothing which would seem more ideal
Than to provide you with the love that I have left.

You are quite a distance away from me now,
But that is only the least of such a matter,
Because I have not seen you for quite a while,
And we honestly cannot expect have laughter.

Hurricane Frances is heading for my way,
As the local news meteorologists often stated;
I cannot alter this, because this is where I stay,
It is coming strong with rough winds as indicated.

Winds of a hundred and forty miles per hour,
And rainfalls up to as much as sixteen inches high,
Just Sufficient to assure Florida is devoured
In the potent wrath of its inner core around its eye.

A fatal category four Hurricane head toward me,
And I do not have fears of my unalienable fate;
I am ready to accept it comes while you just see
How I carry this large burden of grand weight.

If I cross paths with death again for good,
Then I do not wish for you to stay moaning;
I long for you to apprehend the love a lady should,
Do not think back of me and start groaning.

My final wish is to know that you are content,
Not insociable or a menace to the power of love;
I should be no special reason to attend the convent,
As seeing you happy was the last thing I dreamed of.

If I happen to really grasp my surivival,
Then that opens a new chapter to our lives;
We shall meet love at the door of its arrival,
And welcome it in our homes to sojourn nights.