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Letter Home I write this, my love not knowing if I will ever feel the sweet breath of your kiss, again. Deep in the trenches, this early morning dawn I feel your magic in my heart cradling warmth into my soul even as men I will never know try to end my life, our life. I fight for a nation yet, all I want is to feel your arms around me to hold you close breathe your scent, touch your heart with the beating of mine. I don't want to die, not because I'm afraid but because I will miss you miss us, our walks to your parents home the way we laugh because of the way your father still looks at me cruel intentions, because I took his little girl away, even to this day. I know I wasn't the greatest husband little quirks driving you crazy, the trash toilet seat even the Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour, all making you nuts. What I remember the most? Your smile when I gave in or when I said I was sorry your kiss, when you got your way or when you thought you had me hanging by a thread, yes I remember it was all a part of this man's plan. Been seven months now I've changed, killing will do that to a man taking another's life for only doing what they feel is right, defending their land. I miss you, Baby I want you to know that and no matter what I will always love you, cherish us. There's a storm coming, not our kind of storm you don't make love in this rain you make war end lives take away futures, destroy love. I love you just wanted you to know that, hold me make love to me meet me in our dreams so I can come back to you, and taste the sweetest kiss I've ever known. I have to go now, the sun is rising as darkness falls upon my shadow in a bath of tears. I miss you I love you I want you I need you now, more than ever. Goodbye Baby... Your man, always... |