The Sickness I Bear With You Poem by Eric Cochran

The Sickness I Bear With You



The way you feel is very cold,
My body, it cannot phase.

It's like a raging magma flow,
So hot, it feels enraged.

My body as it will too,
Refuse to lie in regret.

Because the sickness that I bear with you,
Is made from love, trust, and respect.

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