WHOM THEN?

But whom shall light the fires for you,      on cold, dank winter’s nights?
And whom shall sing soft songs to you,
when your sleep has taken flight?
And whom shall read the words I write,
should I leave them behind?
And walk upon the pebbled beach,
and sit beneath the pines?
And whom shall watch the
waves crash in,
and run between rain’s drops?
And whom shall love you all your days
and never, ever stop?

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