Not winter blowing cold, not the frost kind
His Army jacket bearing a promise;
Like token draped on shoulders he will miss
That from anticipated distance, we find,
One kiss to quell a thirsting quite refined
With gentle rush to dance, to care, and tease.
Yet love must express, his will, to say this,
How treasured you are and always enshrined.
So come, dear one, let’s trail the endless strands
Before I go to war holding your dew
Yonder the waiting grass, near iced trees’ nest
Our vows entwined along the New Year sands,
Return I will as faithful groom, renewed
Yes, only then shall we feel wholly blessed!
Leather Jacket Contest of Giorgo V.
by nette onclaud
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