In Sickness and In Health

Please hold me tight

Try with all your might

I don’t feel too bright

Is it the twilight

I can only see white

Or is that a kite

O how I would love

To be on that flight

O precious precious knight

O how I would love

To end your sad plight

Yet I just don’t feel

I can fight

Please hold me tight

Try with all your might

By The Closet Poet