Love Me, Please

The woman's cancer had got worse; She'd given all that she could give, Her doctor said that very day: "You have just eight more hours to live." She hurried home to tell her spouse; she had suspected all along. "Please, Hon, " she begged, "Come hold me close! Can we just make love all night long? " But sometimes appetites are small; it's like you've eaten too much food. She couldn't coax him, not at all. He said he wasn't in the mood! She begged and pleaded, no avail, which filled her heart with sorrow. "Easy for you to say, " he said. "You don't have to get up tomorrow! "