Friday, June 14, 2013

A Smaller Picture of Bigger Things

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
But flowers are nothing
In the sight of you.
They say that absence
Softens the heart,
But never again
Will we be apart;
For the thought of your loss
In this world of ours
Is enough to turn sweetest
Of moments sour.
This is the plight
Of the common at home,
What the warrior fights for

When he is gone…

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