My love evades,
Bounds and lines.
I will comfort him,
For he is mine.

His sadness sometimes
Slowly creeps.
When I comfort him,
It ne'er does sneak.

His eyes may fill
Remorse and fright.
Still I comfort him
The long cold night.

In a better world,
We would be near,
Distance I comfort
in spite of fear.

I miss his laugh,
Long for a grin.
Comforting I find
Peace within.

Yet, Afraid am I
for my hand too, needs hold.
Will he comfort me
When I've grown old?