The Care of a Lover

Sat, 11/04/2017 - 20:20 -- rj256

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,

He did the laundry. 

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell, 

He did the dishes. 

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell, 

He vacuumed the carpet.

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell, 

He mopped the kitchen. 

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell, 

He made me tea and brought it up to me with a kiss on the head.

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell, 

He wiped down the countertops.

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell, 

He went out for to grab me medicine. 

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell, 

He comes back home with medicine and roses.

I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,

He started a bath for me and got me out of my clothes.

I finished and went to him "why did you do all this" I asked, 

Because I love you, he replied. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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