Good intentions make Bad Poetry.

You have gone a little ways away,
but I know you took my love.
Through days spent and secrets kept,
I have given you this gift.

I hope it will keep you warm.
I pray it will keep you calm.
I dream it will give you piece of mind,
when the storms of life come on.

Two hundred miles or ten thousand,
It couldn't ever matter at all.
My heart it beats inside your chest,
clicking the rhythm as your heart thumps along.

So now I call several times a day,
and run the miles when I can.
Just to show you I still care,
and that I always, always, will be there.

I know whatever fates may come,
we will survive the winds that blow.
Time and trial and piece of mind,
will one day be all we know.

But I will be there with you,
even when I can't stay,
beating that cadence in your chest,
trying to take your cares away.