Paper and pen
Fill times between you.
With a pounding head,
For you, this I do.

Never have I felt
This kind of ill.
Heartache, headache,
Pill after pill.

After hours spent alone,
I need my dose.
My reason for tolerating:
Him, my only hope.

From sunrise to sundown,
I let only him tame.
May he ever be my love.
My Hero is his name.