My Soul Is Bleeding

	-this poem looks like it's mine, but apparently it's not.
My soul is bleeding,              
I'm filled with strife            
I don't know what will happen     
what will happen to my wife       
                                  
I hope she will be happy          
that is my only hope              
it's all that's left to strive for
all else is up in smoke           
                                  
I love her,                       
though she may not love me        
It doesn't matter                 
as long as she's happy            
                                  
she's all that matters            
in this world                     
for me it is stormy               
for her it is pearled             
                                  
but I don't matter                
not one bit.                      
look in her window,               
a candle is lit                   
                                  
I peer through the darkness       
that makes up my life             
I'm glad she's happy              
I'm glad she's my wife.