Unkown

You do not see
Nor understand#
The strain or work
From your command
I do not no
Nor shall I ever
To say I thought
Is to say I never
I love to think
But hate to fear
He is so sweet
I hold him dear
Demands are many
Cares are few
Love I sense
From me to you
The air is warm
Yet bitter cold
The days grow long
The year gets old
As time moves on
The sky grows grey
Spring to summer
Is not my say
I love to try
Yet hate to fail
I’m always there
I never bail
I wish to sense
Your thoughts, your fears
But to be so scared
They’d bring me tears
The sense I get
Like rain to water
Advice is needed
For a widowed daughter
I need to cry
Yet hate the tears
For they dry up
Unlike the fears
I pray for help
I pray for strength
I need to live
On forth commence