The rain falls gently making a soft melody. The flowers smile as they look up at the sky with glee. The birds take shelter in the old oak tree. This is a memory of you and me.
You asked will you marry me. You asked with a please. You and me became a we. Our marriage made me so happy. This is a memory of you and me.
You went off to war. You couldn't hold me in yours arms anymore. I recieved a letter from the navy shores. My heart hurt like never before. You were the man I adored.
Your last words were, "Our love is true." I didn't know what to do.... All I could say was,"I love you too."
Zabethlyburn · Mon Oct 09, 2006 @ 07:09pm · 1 Comments |