I ride the wave of worry,
As it looks like you're not well.
How will it transpire?
It's too early now to tell.
My sleep will be disturbed.
I will ride the wave of worry.
My stomach twists, and occasionally
My heartbeats become a flurry.
My worry is for you.
My dear sweet little heart.
Sometimes this wave of worry,
Means my happiness holds a dart.
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