My husband doesn't think he is a poet but he is :) He wrote this poem to me a few weeks ago during this second deployment, another separation that we have to endure. I just love him so much! I feel so very special when my man writes me poetry because of his love for me!!
Coming Home
When I came home, she was standing there
her big brown eyes and long flowing hair
blowing in the breeze
It was just the way I remember, the day I left
I strained to ingrain the image and protect it in the cleft-
just inside my heart
All the long days and really long nights
slaving and straining to do eveyrthing just right
to win an impossible war
The oppressive heat, malaria, or rockets from above
could not impede me from getting to the one I love
the one who runs through my mind
Daydreams of time spent enjoying the energy of youth
are all that it takes to give the depths of our love it's proof
a truth without equal
As the time wears on with the endless tick of the clock
the mind wanders, spirit wearies, hope runs a muck
like a bad Vangogh painting
I strain to remember the image ingrained that day
of a beauty so sweet, and innocent, a fair true lady
of which there is no compare
I suddenly see her standing there!
With her big brown eyes and long flowing hair
blowing in the breeze
My soul is at rest, my dreams made complete
when finally I am home to my lover so sweet
my final coming home.
That is really a beautiful poem...so special!
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