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My Dearest Flower

A soldier writes home to his beloved wife Whenever I think of the loved we share My heart beats so fast it is hard to breathe Love is the one thing this anguish to relieve I know soldiers aren’t supposed to care This conception just isn’t fair In this thought love is there In the distance the trumpet blares I remember all the roses and the wine The dream is still so alive Toward our future I will strive I carry each day the joy of us These memories shall live with me Love that means so very much Salutations from your Daddy Bee

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/9/2012 5:47:00 AM
Such a beautiful heart warming write... very sweet! Love and hugs on this Sunday morning, my dear Linda! Jack
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Date: 9/7/2012 2:53:00 PM
Lovely written Linda. Have a nice weekend. - Oxox love Anne-Lise :)
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