if it the last message i write

if that wore the last message i sent

you should know , the time i spent

wore perfect , how you slide in

and i never really thought this 

that you made me , heaven sent 

perfect and accept 

and i remember how i fell out 

that wheelchair into my carrier 

how you pick me up like an pair 

gave that blanket  and became my teddybear

i recall how i wore so scared for the elderly 

but you made the time at the retirement , worthy

because you become my stylist and make over 

and almost , lover - well i like to call it that 

because for me , you treat me like , perfect 

you got hands like an nurse and clever like an doctor

and i become your , patient such an student , i know 

i blame the brain surgery and how you wore deeper 

then my epilepsy ever been