Sleep Tight

It'll be alright. I'll stay here by the fire.
My love is in our room and I'm not feeling well.
The flames are warm, outside a storm.
My head's aching and my fever higher.

I know it wouldn't be right.
She can't get what I have.
I'll stay here through the night.

I can see her in my mind thinking
the man she loves has to stay away.
Doing it for her is all I need to do.
I'm shivering with sweat... it's ok.

I know it wouldn't be right.
She can't get what I have.
I'll make it through the night.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine... she's mine.

My eyes close, asleep? I suppose.
There's a blanket over my head.
I can hear her coming.
All she'll see is my nose.

She tells me something I'll never forget.
It came over me with sadness and gloom.
What she has here is half of what she had.
Before there was me, she had her own room.

Still it just doesn't seem right.
She only wants what she had?
You'll make it through the night.
I'm fine my love... sleep tight.

Post Script.
If in fact what you swore was true and what you really said was about you only having room for,"half your stuff"... where then was the other half? (Busted) We both know what you really said and now... so does everyone else.