"Rose petal imperfection;

Ripping out the very heart that cares for you

Beats for you

And dies for you alone

Lost in the devotion of a broken soldier

Guilty

Of loving him for more than he is

For speaking as if his torn soul would listen,

As if the walls would crumble

And

Expose

My

Love, my life, my passion

For my very existence lies in his tender kiss,

The touch of his gun-worn hand

And

The darkness of blue-green eyes

So much more than mere windows to my husband,

The war-stained lover whose

Whispers

Keep me awake beyond midnight

Dreaming that I

Might

Be

Enough,

Yet knowing otherwise,

For in the minds of endearing soldier's wives

The heart is never at home,

It is with them."

1:24am 3/10/2006