I Awake To Find You Toiling At This Raw Hour,
Trading Dire Sustenance For Veiled Solitude.
A Small Feast Of Love And Encouragement,
The Utmost I Can Offer Across This Compass.
Allow Me Leave To Observe As You Go About Your Day;
I’ll Remain Steadfast, Offering Inspiration If You Lag Behind.
When I Notice The Slowing Of Your Weary Hands,
The Leaden Dip Of Your Head, As If In Defeat;
I Will Urge You To Rest With Me For A Spell.
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