A Tale of Love
I have a tale of love about a boy
A memory that never will grow dim
He was my guiding light, my, life, my joy
I never loved another, only him.
It started long ago when we were young
He caught my eye and smiled his gentle smile
My eager heart turned over, I was stung,
But still I kept him waiting for a while.
He was a soldier in the Royal Scots
He went to war, to fight, and do his bit,
He never did return, but in my thoughts
The glow still glimmers from the lamp he lit.
His mortal presence gone, flown like a dove
I am alone, but I remember love.
Written January 2010
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
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