Quote Wars the Spoils

I never thought that I could be In love, In France, In June Or ever hear a woman's voice Sound like a gentle tune Or eyes that gaze at me That make me feel complete Or the gentle fragrance of her hair Surrounding something sweet I shall never not remember The days that we have spent Dwelling in a sonnet Of a sonnet, of silents For the morrow I must fly Over forest and field and farm To a place they call "No Mans Land" A place of fear and harm But before I go back to war I save one Quote for you The one you're said to me It goes, "je t'aime beaucoup"