christy

Lying in your arms under thick covers The heat of your body against mine Banishes my feverish chills My voice ripped from my throat nose stuffy and raw energy drained I'm grateful for you, my guardian angel You check my temperature fetch me my meds tend to my needs while I rest in bed I tell you I'm fine and I can tend to myself but you will not hear of it While I'm weak and unwell So grateful am I, for you are mine loving of me, no matter my health for me it matters not that you have no wealth for as the vows go, I to cherish you in sickness and in health