A War Love Story.

We were young when he had gone,
and with him went my very heart.
I had loved this boy for so long,
then our lives were pulled apart.

Destined to fight a war not his,
he was taken far from our home.
His letters, each sealed with a kiss,
made me weep, for I was alone.

He spoke of war, its brutal ways,
and how he could not sleep at night.
He begged me to wait for him each day,
and swore that we would reunite.

For many years, our house was cold,
my heart felt heavy, tired, and sore.
Time took its toll, my skin grew old,
And still, no boy came to my door.

Letters still came, from time to time,
and often, not for months at all.
But still, I waited for that boy of mine,
hoping not to get the widow's call.

I had made my heart wait it out,
and then the war was done forever.
Many years I had spent without
this love we had shared together.

So when he came through our door,
my joy could not be conveyed.
I had been given love once more,
and this time, my man will stay.

Sarah Gammon ©
16/10/08

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