My dearest wife, my breath, my light,You hold me close through darkest night.In this long valley of tears I tread,It’s your love that lifts my weary head. That March day marked the cruel start—The pain that pierced both flesh and heart.Suffering came, silent and wide,And I lay near death, with none beside. But in that cold and sterile place,I longed once more to see your face.Not for farewell, nor last goodbyes,But just to look into your eyes. By grace alone, I lived once more,To face the weight that dialysis bore.Yet by my side, you gently stay,Warming each unforgiving day. You, my love, so pure, so true,A quiet soul the heavens…