He looked boyish, a grin on his face that was turned to me

His dream was to come tomorrow, said he

I screamed, cried, begged, and let out a shriek

Yet he said not to be bleak

So I bid him farewell, he was off to war

I shed my last tears, hugged him, and told him he was born to soar

I would be waiting here for his return

Now four years have passed, my once in forever love

Has not come back, for he is above

They sent me a telegram, a notice of death

I had hung my head in sorrow, I took a deep breath

Then I held my head high, but the tears still stung

"Oh why," I thought. "He was still so young."

I reread his letters, but they are not to compare

To my once in forever love, the kind that is rare