Knock, knock, knock, went the sound at the door.
Branch opened it wide, and Poppy stepped in, feeling quite sore.
With a tired sigh, she slumped on his couch,
Handing him her phone, she looked like a slouch.
"I'm so worn out, Branch, my day was so tough,
I’m achy and tired, I’ve had more than enough."
Branch looked at her, puzzled, then with a warm smile,
He knew just what to do to make her feel worthwhile.
"My fingers are sore from too much scrapbooking,
My throat is so rough from all the singing and cooking.
My legs are so tired, from moving about,
My arms feel so weak, and my feet are in doubt."
Branch nodded with care, lifting her up with ease,
He carried her gently, aiming to please.
“To bed you shall go, where you’ll rest and relax,
I’ll make you some tea and take care of the cracks.”
“I’ll ice your poor feet, so the pain will subside,
And if you want a massage, I’ll be by your side.
No need to worry, no one will disturb,
It’s just you and me, and that’s the whole curve.”
“My nails are all chipped, and I’ve cuts from the paper,
The pain’s getting worse, and my mood needs a draper.”
“I’ll trim all your nails, and the cuts I’ll mend,
I’ll help you unwind and make sure you can bend.”
Poppy smiled softly, her heart feeling light,
“Thank you, dear Branch, for making it right.”
Branch made the tea, with a kiss on her head,
Placed it in her hands, and tucked her in bed.
He wrapped her feet gently in ice packs so cold,
And sat at the end, with a touch that was bold.
“Feeling better now?” Branch asked with a grin,
She nodded and yawned, feeling warmth from within.
“Do you want to watch something?” he asked with a plea,
“No, I’m too tired, but I’m happy as can be.”
“Then rest here with me, and don’t you fuss,
I’ll keep you so cozy and pamper you thus.”
Poppy lay down, her eyes fluttered and bright,
Branch kissed her sweetly, and turned off the light.
He rubbed her back softly, his touch oh so sweet,
As she drifted to sleep, he stayed by her feet.
He noticed her crown and gently removed it,
Setting it aside, his actions were perfect.
With her hair now loose, he caressed her with care,
Humming a lullaby, as he stroked her soft hair.
“You needed this break,” he whispered with love,
While Poppy mumbled, a smile like a dove.
“Mmm… stay here…” she murmured in sleep’s gentle flow,
Branch chuckled and smiled, his affection did show.
“I love you,” he whispered, his kiss soft and sweet,
“Aa… I love you too,” she replied in her dream’s heat.
