February 15

I'm so scared my Valentine,
of being left behind;

Watching my man, a soldier, leave
with hopes I'm on his mind -
I'll miss this month for what it's worth
in years he's yet to give;

I only hope, for what it's worth,
they'll let us nights to live -
and pray I'll not a soldier grieve
in years not yet gone by;

We're so young my Valentine
what's yet to tell is time.