I'd send you flowers
I'd make you soup
I'd give all I could so you can recoup
I'd stay by your side
Tuck you into your bed
Crush pills into applesauce
For your aching head
I'd turn up the heat
When you get too cold
Take care of your pets
Your laundry I'd fold
I'd try to make you laugh
Without coughing too much
Lend you my hand
You can call me your crutch
When your losing your lunch
I'd hold your hair away from your face
I'd clean up the mess
And not leave a trace
When you are nauseous
I'd be by you still
The things I would do for you
Why your feeling ill
I would do all of this
So you can rest all care free
In hopes that tomorrow
Much better you'll be
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