I hoped that you felt better.
I even yearned more than what happened did not come to past
I did not want to lose you, because you mean the world to me.
When I was too sick to climb out of bed
You were too good to leave me alone
Sent the scent of flowers and the arm of cards to reach me.
Now you have taken to your bed.
Which is of sickness and God forbid not unto death.
So I know my duty
Because this is a temporary portion
I will set out to help bring you to the land of the healthed ones.
Because this is what friends do
And this is more than friendship
You are my kinfolk.