The Scent of Her

Her hair.....So blonde The scent of it....I love it...it trapped me. Her full breasts temped me To do bad things...together We danced.... At night and again in the morning... Amsterdam....Christmas... And New Years....just a soldier We did things...together.... She was from Los Angeles... My home town... I knew her name But a plane she took.... In the morning.. As she kissed me good bye... This was our moment She said to me..... My one week.... Before I die. Years later I read her daughters poetry About a man her mother once knew.... He was a gentle man He made me laugh as I Never knew I could..... He was a soldier.... A man.... Who simply loved me For the woman He saw.....