This place is warm and feels like home,
Each thing reminds me of her;
I have a special privilege –
It is my job to love her

The last few days, I’ve had a cold,
She had one just last week;
The autumn season juggernaut’s
Left little time to speak

But I go in the other room,
She’s reading in our bed;
My voice is shot right now; but there’s
Not much that needs be said

There’s cold and dusk out of these doors,
The day’s last light will perish:
I have a special privilege –
For she is mine
To cherish