Us

In the chilly morning after the rain,

When I got sick and was down with pain,

When my body was shivering with cold,

He gave me his therapy, my face he did hold!

When I was at my all lowest form,

He still wanted to love me,

And so suddenly our clothes were torn!

When I was weak and longing for breaths,

His kisses made me even more breathless!

No, he is not all about flesh and bones,

He also made love to my soul!

Gave me those bitter tablets I hated,

But gave me his taste, which is my favourite!

Took care of me and my fever,

On my head, he put those water-soaked hankies,

But also made hot love and made me feel both naughty and cranky!

I never knew this man loves me so much,

Until he became my care-taker and healed

My soul and body with his touch!