The warmth of his hand halts the panic in my heart;
it’s been months since he was able to express love.
Illness robbed him of his desires to hold me in his arms;
it’s been months, no grins or happiness in his face.
My heart races knowing I’m getting my true love back,
many days of worrying and fretting about his health.
It’s been a long two years without the other half in my life,
true love waited in my heart and soul until life returned.
It’s been drawn-out and depressing and trying for him too,
love has no time limits, existing to know there is yet life.
There’s a tomorrow, there’s a sincere affection, there’s a companion,
waiting to nourish a need, desire, to hold him in their arms again.
Life doesn’t end when illness occurs, love is powerful,
it’s pure, understanding, caring, affectionate, and…until.
Love’s not something to toss away and to get rid of,
it grows, it breathes, it remains, and it’s ever ending.
True love doesn’t turn its head, walk away, leave;
it breathes the breath of life into your mate’s soul.