A Foreign Warrior

I call him short at five-seven or eight
He has these blue eyes that are like the sky
I knew him not when we began to date
When he leaves, I'm not sure I'd say goodbye.

His personality can make me smile
He tells me that I help him carry on
For him, I would travel many a mile
Some call him Private, others call him John.

When I am near him, I am filled with love
He is not perfect but he is the one
But when he makes me mad, he'll get a shove
However, someday, we will raise a son.

I will love him forever and a day
How much he means to me, I cannot say.

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