Soldier Love

He was my heartbeat, my hero, my song.
The reason that I lived.
But they took him away, miles away.
To a place where our love was divided.

They gave him an uniform, a gun, a target.
Told him to shoot where ever he decided,
Told him he'd be safe, he'd walk away unwounded.

He wrote every week, telling me his stories.
Of far away lands and old rotting corpses.
How he missed me more with every waking hour.
And he wished the horror would be over.

The TV was on, the news playing slowly.
A bomb had gone off and soldiers were wounded.
I thought, "not him, please. Please be safe."
His face appeared, underneath captioned "victim"

I fell to the floor, I lost concentration.
His face all I saw, our memories, our passion.
I held on to the bump of my stomach,
Whispering: "We'll be fine, he'll watch us from heaven".

I watched as they lowered him, lower and lower into the ground,
I looked to the sky, to the rainclouds and heaven.
And allowed a couple of tears to fall.

I threw in a rose, and proclaimed my love to him.
For the last time, just like the first:
I love you more than life itself,
You're my heartbeat, my hero, my song.