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My Comforter
In my hour of need
my thoughts turn to you
and take comfort there
in the knowledge of your love
and care.
Thoughts of your arms
holding me close,
and your body my warmth
knowing you would see my through
and by my side remain.
All the things you would do
to nurse me well again
a look of worry in your eyes
as you stroke my hair by the
bedside.
And to my illness I would
almost be thankful, for
the tenderness from you it
brought me.
But how I would long
to kiss your lips, only to pull away
in fear, so not to deliver my
suffering to you.
These simple thoughts help
me sleep at night, when I
must bear alone, but for
my dreams.
8:22 AM - 12/4/2006 -
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