sensitive
about my kiss.
Although it's something dear
I don't want
to miss.
We lay quietly
together
on her first day home.
The heart is a nomad
which needs
to roam.
Wherever you go
I'll go
too
by holding your hand
and seeing this
through.
In the mirror
her baldness
can't dry her tears
but turn around darling
and we'll confront
your fears.
As I place a kiss
upon
her head
love is the bond
we share
in bed.
I am a man
whose loyalty
is here to stay.
Your hair will grow
back
another day.
The heart is a nomad
which needs
to roam.
We lay quietly
together
on her first day home
and wherever you go
I'll go too
by holding your hand
and seeing this cancer
through.
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