A Nurse In A Lover's Uniform

It breaks my heart;
You are feeling so
Tired, sick, rundown,
And there's not a thing
I can do for you,
Except words of comfort
Down a telephone,
And well-wishes
Written in an email.
I want to make you soup,
Bring grapes, lucazade,
And boxes of tissues,
Tuck you in and
Fluff up your pillows,
Mop your clammy brow,
Administer painkillers,
Nurse you until the
Sparkle returns to your eyes,
And the fever ebbs and dies.
It breaks my heart;
We are so far apart
When all I want to do
Is care for you,
A nurse, in a lover's uniform.