Medicine Poem by Isabella Francis

Medicine



Down with a fever,
Lying on my bed,
You like my medicine
Stroking my forehead.

You are pure magic
You are full of care,
Marveling your love,
I can just stare.

Seeing you,
Goes half of my pain,
Listening to your voice,
Half never returns again.

Feeling your touch,
Is three-quarters gone,
Being with you,
None left to go on.

Deep, dark eyes,
Drown the fever,
Flower-petal hands,
The biggest relief givers.

Cheery chatter,
Goes yap-yap-yap,
In this labyrinth,
You are my map.

Pearly smile,
Illuminates my heart,
Sweet words,
Are the best part.

You, my sweetie,
Have no expiry date,
Your lovely overdose
Would be really great.

As I drift off to sleep,
You gently tuck me in,
In this whole world,
You are my medicine.

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