Care Full Of Sickness

Care Full of Sickness

As I rush by her side,
so she knows warmth is felt;
I try to play my hand,
with the cards I’ve been dealt.
To comfort her pain,
until it is through;
These are just a couple,
things that I do.
To fix her soup,
and spoon feed it to her;
I use the excuse,
that her eyes are a blur.
To take care of a love,
for which is so true;
especially in her time of need,
when she really is blue.
Until I see a smile,
for which she can not conceive;
I will be by her side,
for I shall not leave.