Rest
In the fever's grip, I'm adrift in restless seas,
Waves of heat and chills warring inside of me.
Yet in the depths of this fevered dream,
Your voice, a lullaby, a soothing stream.
Your words, like cool breezes on a sweltering day,
Chase the fever's madness, keep it at bay.
Each whisper a balm, each syllable a kiss,
In the haze of my sickness, you are my bliss.
In the quiet of night, when the world’s asleep,
Your gentle presence in my thoughts I keep.
You are the rest my weary soul craves,
The calm that comes like lapping waves.
No medicine could ever compare,
To the comfort I find when you're there.
In your voice, I find a tender reprieve,
A healing touch, a sweet, gentle ease.
So let me close my tired eyes,
And drift into dreams where love lies.
For in this fever's relentless hold,
Your love keeps me, makes me bold.
You’re the quiet in the storm,
The warmth that keeps me from the cold.
In your embrace, I find my peace,
In your presence, my pain does cease.
So as the fever breaks and the night goes on,
I know with you, I'll greet the dawn.
For you are the rest that I need,
The tender voice on which I feed.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
