Private

I write this now from my corridor of mud
I think of you and all things good
The bullets whistle, breaking the still air
I am surrounded by sorrow and despair
This war it plucked me from my life
I wanted to settle, find a home, make you my wife
But all that will be forgotten, and Ill take what I had
Even a brief moment with you wouldn't make me sad
You made me happy, a boy into a man
You made me warm like no other can
And so this world I must now leave
And leave you, my love, to cry and grieve
When I close my eyes it's you I see
When I open them again we'll forever be

E.Clifford