You stole her heart, you stole mine too.
you promised her the moon and stars.
As a sultry mistress lures her prey,
You enlisted and traveled the distance to Mars.
She waited for you in a foreign land.
The days and weeks crept at a cruel pace.
Each phone call, each letter with a glimmer of hope.
But no promise she would ever see your face.
Your person came back but your mind was poisoned.
The evil and hatred of war distorted your soul.
But through this storm a child of purity was born.
Knowing nothing of anger, her light makes us whole.
Like the birds refreshed after the rain,
She teaches us how to love again.
How to heal. How to forgive.
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