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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required That’s my Cecilia sitting over there, with brown eyes and wavy hair, a joy that’s truly blessed my life, even since she became my wife. But things were not always so if you go back twelve years ago, she said her vows to another man, A brave solider named Ed Bergand. They were young, in their twenties, with little cash but love aplenty, for six years they were together, withstanding all the stormy weather. I can hear it when she reminisces, hear the love for one she misses, a joyous time, for them both, until one day Ed was made to go oversees to fight Islamists, he died battling terrorists, amidst the chaos and the strife, Cecilia lost the love of her life. Understandably, she was in tears and lost for most of three years, such a loss I cannot conceive… but after three years she met me. Took her for a night on the town, oblivious to what had gone down, we had ourselves a very good time, movies, dinner—wine and dine. For a great year we then dated, her great loss I appreciated, I could not be jealous of Ed, a hero who for his country bled. In time she began to feel love, and for me that seemed enough. But her love for me is different, not so fiery and exuberant, I know this because her voice soars when she speaks of he who went before. I say nothing, and I never will, just swallow down this bitter pill, besides, we can’t squabble right now, with pregnant women, it’s not allowed, cause soon enough the day will come when we will welcome a new son. Maybe that will drive it home, this piece of us to call our own, or maybe this is just my fate forever stuck in second place, the love of her life, lost to time... she doesn’t see that she is mine.
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