She wore it on her Lips when she Kissed him
just before he Left again, UP! to the Skies
where he's Flying in Blue. He's her Angel
and She, His. And the Red Glare of Their Love,
Lights the Great Flame of Her Patriotism.
She's moved many times to stay Together.
Where do we go Next and until he Returns
how long will he be Gone? Separations:
she doesn't Complain but makes Use of Pain
Searching for Beauty in its Abundance
Catching her Breath as if for the First Time
when He Arrives from the Base. This is how
her Love like a Flame that burns Day and Night
Fuels the Rocketfire of their Passion.
No comments:
Post a Comment