by D. J. Poe

Created on: April 28, 2008

I've memorized your face
From a torn photograph
Faded with time.
And as I hear the enemy

Approach the trench
I am in; so far away from home,
In an unknown nation
Fighting in mud for an unknown cause.

I watch my friends succumb to
Bullet, shrapnel and pneumonia,
Yet, I know when my turn comes;
Next to my slowing heart,

Will your wonderful likeness be.
And somehow; amidst the noise of
Shelling, the smell of death and
Constant screams of pain,

I am secure in knowing that with
God's miracle; should I return home
To you, I shall never leave your
Side again for any reason; my love...

Never leave...my love.

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