With You - Poem by Dan Brown
My thoughts are with you, laid in bed;
my hand there, too, stroking your head.
And though these words are meant to be read,
the ones to remember are those I said.
I love you; want you; long to be yours -
you nursed me after my own World Wars.
And as you open all those doors,
you'll close the ones on the original cause.
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