The embrace of life comes in the form of a lover’s hold,
Vicious words and spit were given by protestor’s bold,
They were righteous within the boundaries of their mind,
Cowardice ways of a few somehow guiding masses of blind,
Kind words were needed to free my broken soul of the chains,
Words or greetings of welcome never came so war pain remains,
Stains of death have found a courier in form of a battered few,
Kind words of healing were forever gone, we are now a lost crew,
My dreams of future love with the girl of my dreams were gone,
No matter how hard I tried to follow through I couldn’t move on,
My poor heart rained teardrops creating an anguish river in flow,
Residing within my heart the love for her rose with no place to go,
Freely I spoke of my love for it was worthy of my every breathe,
Truly she was worthy of every love-bit I could offer before death,
I cried out at night when tremors of frightful dreams brought fear,
Overwrought with worry of her as a loss to my heart, I wept a tear,
Following said tear came a torrid desire to touch her breast if once,
For she is the lingering pain within my heart, or I am but a dunce,
Too blind or unaware to see the reality of my draft tragedy in full,
War is not enough I ask aloud of the night while tears create a pool,
For a man has endured enough if perishing at war is his final act,
But to lose the one he has worshiped, now gone with a final extract,
Please my sweet angel, I beg that you take care in my absence of you,
I’ve given instructions of my final letters of love to you and what to do,
Since age eighteen I’ve had but one life goal of fulfilling my love dream,
You, my beautiful teenage girl so womanly in form you make me beam,
For four years and since day one I announced my love and my desire,
Since a miracle became a vision of you I have carried love like a fire,
My chest pounded excessively hard while in our first lover’s embrace,
Your breasts against my chest absorbing wild beats as if in a chase,
No man deserving so little has been given so much if only in that kiss,
Too your fingertips gently caressing my face with tenderness I will miss,
My flesh is yours, the oxygen carriage of blood is given freely too,
I am yours, I’ve made a vow of love for life written in rhyme to you,
This and so much more is written in my will of soldier’s last words,
Angel I pray that if my words must be read I hope for singing birds,
You beam beautifully when birds are with song to fill the day’s air,
I will stand proudly at your side although no one can see me there,
A flag draped casket will be all that remains of the man you knew,
Perhaps it was best my letters never touched the lovely hand of you,
Love’s flame would have taken hold to increase your broken heart,
Perhaps prayers will save my life and only death can tear us apart,
I truly believe I will marry you and of course you’ll marry this man,
Somehow, someway, someday, we will unite as soon as we can,
Below verses written on 09/01/2018
Those verses overhead were written in nineteen sixty and nine,
For fifty three years I’ve felt your angelic kiss that is now Devine,
In desperate times you’ve held me tight to halt a growing tear,
My love has grown each day or should I say it as year after year,
I speak of my love for you as it is worthy of my every breath,
Truly you are worthy of every bit of love I can offer before death,
I sometimes cry out at night as frightening dreams of war appear,
And if overwrought with worry of losing you, I may weep a tear,
The embrace of life has come in the form of my lover’s hold,
Words and spit from protesters are no longer for me I’m told,
The boundaries of haters have changed and many are now dead,
You and I now dwell where love exists with joyous times instead,
Your hold is what I live for, your kiss and to kiss your full breast,
I’ve loved you for so very long, perhaps at last you believe the rest,
I have never lied of my love for you, even when I began loving you,
I love you more each and every day, for loving you is what I do.
The end