It's been a year
and eleven months
through this window
I am waiting
eager to see you smiling
our love budding
your eyes filled with glory
what about love
with me is where you're meant to be.
Gone to war
Can we see beyond the scar
for the love of country
you are fighting
in the land of whirling sand
dusty trails of camel's hoofs and caravan
dauntless men fall down, wounded
they die blood-smeared
hopes shattered.
Spring is coming
Soon our fields
be filled with dazzling
delicate flowers
and chirping birds.
What about our love
waiting for the mailman
haven't you posted just one
I could hear church bell
nearby, ringing
right here by this window
please come home
unceasingly
we're waiting.
