For Lilly My Nieghbour.(Her Love For Frederick)

Your photo sits still in first blushes of youth, this green and pleasant land resplendent, wanting your footprints upon it's sands but king and country laid down all plans of a youthful man. How will it be when we meet further from the stars, all I have been blessed to see but no commitment, just a breeze, will you still be wanting me? My days upon this unyielding land I know, like my heart beat, beginning to slow but every last breath, I inhale you stronger, you were my beau, you died a soldier.