I recall the letters you sent me when I was just a lad perfumed colour paper Would often make me sad. The love you put into your words brought tears to my tired eyes at the end of every letter You left a wonderful surprise. Fighting made it harder never knowing if I would live your words made me determined The comfort you would give. The war is bloody and merciless friends dying in fearful ways all I could smell was your perfume and the words the music plays For many weeks' nothing came I felt sad and all alone desperate for your words Dreaming on my own. When the mail finally arrived my heart would pound hard you are my one and only My beautiful sweet bard. The war had finally ended very soon we would be as one memories are still vivid As we sit beneath the sun. Your letters kept me alive spiritually you were with me even if all around was tragic You always made me free.
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