The Love I'll Bring

Your nose is facing congestion,
Your head is dealing with a migraine,
Let me make you a suggestion,
Let me take care of your pain.

I may not be a medical doctor,
And I may not make you better,
But I will still be your proctor,
But I will be your go-getter.

When you are under the weather,
When you aren't feeling your best,
I'll be there to hold you together,
I'll be there to help you rest.

I'll arrive upon your cue,
I'll arrive in a foul swoop,
I'll bring medicine to you,
I'll bring you hot soup.

I may not make you perfectly well,
I may not bring you perfect health,
But I swear you will be able to tell,
In my care and comfort, you'll find wealth.

Not the kind with money,
No not the kind with gold,
But the kind you can call honey,
The kind that shuts out the cold.

The kind that warms you,
Heats you from the inside,
The kind you hope to find for true,
The love I'll bring to your side.