Aching Friend

The arm is aching, pain has come,
And every member feels the flame,
The body in its unity
Is hurting in the love it claims;

We’re hurting with each throb you feel,
And cry to see the painful burns,
But there is little I can do
But pray that health will soon return;

But I want you to know, my friend,
That I am always here for you;
I cannot take the pain away
But I’ll show love in all I do.

© Benjamin Graber
bgraber@neo.rr.com