The Pacemaker...

Oh, it does race,
Like a gun's fired,
At a rapid pace,
Till I am all tired.

It seems to slow,
And nearly halt,
Facing as though,
A wall it can't vault.

Why can't it trot,
Let me imbibe life,
Free of the plot,
Prodded not by strife? 

She could fix it,
She had barely said,
My eyes were lit,
I was beyond elated.

She'd hold my hand,
Walk me there,
To the blissful land,
Rid of every care.

We only had to wed,
She'd spark my heart,
And I'd drop dead,
If we ever did part.

I only had to nod,
And she'd love me;
She'd be my God,
And a bot, I'd be...