I wish I were a drop
in medicine you take
An honour none else could claim
to run in your veins.
Patching up your broken heart
to read my name
Waging a war against
all that cause you pain
Brutal cruel I shall be
more than desires in vain
Never to surrender nor retreat
Victories I shall claim.
I wish I vanish while I strive
For a presence my absence
shall gain.
* My teenage poem
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/get-well-soon-2/
