In the depths of worry’s chilling chest’s grasp,

I fear my health concerns that tightly clasp.

Yet in this battle, love’s touch I miss,

Longing for the presence of my eternal bliss.

Oh, how I yearn for my love’s soothing care,

Her gentle touch, her presence rare.

But distance separates us, it seems,

Leaving my heart entangled in dreams.

In solitude’s embrace, I bear the strain,

Anxiously awaiting love’s comforting reign.

Yet even apart, her spirit resides,

Guiding me through these turbulent tides.

For love transcends the bounds of space,

Its essence woven in every embrace.

Though physically distant, her love’s embrace,

Wraps around me, a sheltering grace.

So fret not, dear heart, in the darkest hour,

For love’s power transcends physical power making ailments hurt less.

Let hope take root, let strength arise,

Together we’ll conquer, love’s flame never dies.

God won’t let it die, He’ll get me through the clasping chilling grasp.