3 December 2012

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.

Irrational_KimmiA Nurse In A Lover's Uniform • Opuss № I