His Secret

He lived for her, took each painful breath
For her.
The malady in his body had long won
The fight.
Yet his heart still beat and his eyes shone
With unspilt tears.
Fearful of the day he would leave her.

Yet each time she would lay her hand
Against his flesh, the pain would flee
And love's healing touch would spread
Through him.
One would never know he was sick at all.
And neither did she.