28 January 2013
Perfect curls, matt red lips and rosy rouge cheeks Her handsome young soldier she is going to meet.
He brings chocolate and stockings for her as a gift Drinks follow and then his cheeky charm he enlists.
Just for one night on war their thoughts don't dwell A trip to the dance hall designed to keep up morale.
Their stolen moments are wrapped in loves embrace Neither knowing never again will their paths interlace.
(Based on my grandmothers story)
Her First Love. • Opuss № I