I had a pain an awful pain that pierced my heart through,
It was a dreadful time long ago when I felt I had lost you,
Heartbreak tears flowed from a broken love within my soul,
Sensations of electricity rushed away in heartbreaks role,
Though I had been struggling inside while the war raged on,
Preparation for a loss unknown is impossible until it is gone,
Wonderfully I still feel your lips and still I taste your tears salt,
The pain I feel has convinced the being within that I’m at fault,
As I write of heartbreak and the wonders of love in a rhyme,
I jump from current to past times as the pain weaves time,
So deep it felt physical truth be told I know it’s mostly mind,
Wish I were on the outside looking in perhaps answers I’d find,
While in war’s fury your believed love carried this man through,
To depart that place on wings not mine is a blessing that I flew,
A simple man in love finds separation too difficult to grasp,
Two months in desperation created a letter as my final gasp,
Still I can touch your hair with tender strokes of my hand,
Stains of draining ink appear when pens make a last stand,
Each breath I take while in this writers realm dusted in pain,
Has the essence of your exhausted breath even in the rain,
Diamonds purchased create love’s rush to flow through in full,
Yet they cut flesh with a hardness that’s unknown to any tool,
As love grows it seems impossible for it to destroy completely,
Yet the realization that it’s gone tears through flesh so slowly,
Hope is more than a descriptive word its how love can remain,
Hope resurrected my love’s continuance although still in pain,
My letter begs friendship but unknown to you I’ll love from afar,
At night in my world of darkness you’ll be my lone shining star,
There’s an emptiness that seems to roar with sound unheard,
Every time I lay my head down to sleep you are my final word,
During the day thoughts of you insert themselves to be known,
Unintentional memories is an odd description but it’s my own,
How best describes my heart forcing my mind to think of you,
No matter the topic or purpose my mind strays to become blue,
Intensity of heartbreak must be equivalent to passions extremes,
Yet a million hearts or more couldn’t absorb the intensity it seems,
Oh pretty Patti I should have known narcotics of love is strong,
So deeply in love with such a beauty is a place I didn’t belong,
It’s the way you would look at me or how you looked walking,
I absorbed everything you said as I loved how you look talking,
Every nuance of you effected my being as you filled my soul,
If someday you should read this rhyme of forced warriors role,
The power of love’s vivacity has left me eternally enamored,
Every thought every moment even air demands I’m armored,
I have known the extremes of life too soon for a young man,
Every full moon of love I’ve given you along with all that I am,
At the end of Earth I’ve dwelled as heartache created despair,
A heart that use to race with love’s angst is now beyond repair,
My hands shake with too much alcohols poisonous inflection,
As my heart struggles to beat from love’s opposite affliction,
Voices carry into my room as I can hear whispers unheard before,
Spoken of me in wonder asking why I’m not the same anymore,
A month has passed since I typed my last letter begging to you,
I asked forgiveness for my love stricken words and what can I do,
Two corners of the room are filled with wads of paper and words,
The words are written on the waste paper plus there’s potsherds,
The risks I take now are real because of what soldiers have to do,
Though I’m a sailor I’ll never know the seas or the oceans blue,
I’ve trained to hide and go where others have failed or can’t go,
Once I was danger now I’m in danger as the un-alert grow slow,
And yet my eyes only see beautiful you no matter when or where,
Love hasn’t grown cold nor have I grown old it’s just the despair,
Returned my heart to her in sweet surrender as with her I belong,
Though she may not love me I feel better loving her even if wrong,
Those feelings back then placed me in dangers way every day,
The inability to find her the next time home made it hard to stay,
Prayers mixed with feelings of defeat to create confusion of mind,
Upon my return to my next mission I may as well have been blind,
My love for you is more intense today than days of my past,
When you were fourteen I told you that my love would last,
Yet I still feel that pain at times for reasons I’ll never understand,
When you ask why I cry, just give me a kiss and hold my hand.
The end by Pat