Next to the hospital bed she stood
aiding the injured from the war.
It was a gruesome battle and I was there
fighting for freedom and the love of my nurse.
Dying from hygiene and injuries,
my nurses dream was to rid this disease.
I was the lucky one, thank my nurse moths
but soon, the end was near for both of us.
Her life, my love, would soon fade away into the past.
My dear Florence Nightingale would never recover.