Our boy

I shall come to lick your wounds,
to lift your soul, to see you soon.

I shall come to lift your head,
to ease your plight, to make your bed.

I shall come to hold you tight,
and share with you, in your plight.

I banish forth this strange disease,
my stricken mate, your pain I ease.

I love you so, without reserve,
my fallen brother, my love deserved.

Have faith in me, to not give up,
my fallen boy, my broken pup.