Underwear

You know when I know just how much I care

When I'm carefully folding your clean underwear

I see it's all worth it though sometimes it sure hurts

Putting back in the bureau drawer all my t-shirts

I find the foundation, the reason, a basis

Stuffing the pillows back into their cases

We suffer slings, withstand buffets and shocks

It's so clear separating then mating the socks

Stretching the fitted sheet onto the bed

I recall hairs we've split, blood and tears that we've

shed

But love feels secure dear somehow I discover

Slipping the duvet into its warm cover