Plain and Simple

As you close your eyes to rest

A fever to which you must quell

I clench a fist upon my chest

To hold all the well wishes

And other stories as well

Stories I have,

ones that make you laugh

and stories you have,

sweet nothings and your craft

To me they hold their own charm

not to be brushed as mundane

some of which excite, some cause for alarm

but each contribute to your name

I wish for your health to be back

good as new

New stories and adventures,

I will wait for you