How I feel my wealth.

It’s as though I am literally holding,
My heart in my hands.  
This is the love I feel,
And this is how it stands.
As illness takes over you,
And you fall asleep on me.
I am trapped beneath your weight,
But do not wish to be set free.
I want to be your pillow,
Your blanket and your bed.
I want to be the place,
Where you choose to lay your head.
I want you not to need me,
To quickly return to health,
But the fact that you have chosen me,
Is how I feel my wealth.