Her Soldier
A soldier,
strong and brave.
Hope but not to see his grave.
A man of wonder and despair.
He fights for his country,
for pride,
for his love.
Made of pure strength and blood,
his sword swings in the air
ready for battle.
He knows he may not live,
but he arrows his sword at them.
Them who are enemy.
Enemy who want to take lives.
They wait 'till he can see,
see his life the way before.
With her in his arms,
safe in his arms.
And so he fights until the end.
The end of forever.
Strong and brave,
her soldier.
Copyright © Ileana Anaeli | Year Posted 2009
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