𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 !

She lies in stillness, pale and worn,
Five months the battle she has borne.
Unconscious now, yet brave within,
A silent war she fights again.

My love, my life, my sleeping grace,
The sorrow carved upon her face—
I’d trade my breath, my every part,
To ease the ache that breaks her heart.

If only love had power to mend,
To bring this nightmare to an end.
She’d rise again, like morning light
That chases back the longest night.

I call her name—no voice replies,
Only the hum of machines and sighs.
I speak, I shout, but she can’t hear,
Still I stay close, forever near.

O Lord above, hear my soul’s cry,
Don’t let her fade, don’t let her die.
If justice lives in heaven’s will,
Then take my strength, my life, my fill.

Let me bear the cruel disease,
Let her know the gift of peace.
She deserves the joy, the dawn,
Not this cruel and aching yawn.

From her eyes, the teardrops flow,
Her lips can only whisper woe.
Her body, perfect, wracked with pain,
Her spirit caught in heavy chains.

Why her, O Lord? Why must she fall?
Why let this sorrow touch us all?
If my love could mend her soul,
She’d rise again, alive and whole.

So hear me now, my final plea—
If fate must choose, then choose me.
But let her wake and let her see
The world she paints so tenderly.

And if love truly holds a cure,
Then let my love be strong and pure.
And by its grace, and by its light,
Let her awaken from this night.

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(Kum chanve, thla 6 chhûng natna khumah a mu ta. A mu satliah a ni lo, ni khaw hre lovin a awm a ni zawk si a. Bawihtei ka hmangaihnaah hian, a taksa damna awm ni se, rei rial lovin a dam ngei tawh tur a ni si a!)