Following My/Your Soldier Poem by Jamie Noel Torres

Here's for you my dear soldier,
the story of how my love stole you.
It was the summer I turned nineteen,
I fell in love with a man in Army green.
First I noticed those eyes so blue,
then of course the Army hair-do.
At first I thought there was no way
that you would ever give me the time of day.
To my surprise you asked for that first date,
to good to be true, this must be fate.
A gentle soul, a wounded warrior,
secretly walking down an endless corridor.
You were secluded and hiding much emotion,
I should have proceeded with extreme caution.
Little did I know, and I dove head first,
giving you a gift to lift your curse.
In the form of a potion it called for two souls
to be gently combined into a bowl.
A bowl with a lid, sealed and locked,
with love to go forever like time on a clock.
Thus creating this love that grows each day
no matter the hurtful things we say.
Through it all we have come to realize,
we must forgive one another and apologize.
Our love has outlasted the strongest storms,
and is as blinding as bees flying in swarms.
Now, two years down the road we are in a new land,
though I still feel at home as we walk hand in hand.
I promised to follow where ever you go,
that promise I kept as you now know.
Here we are in Germany,
miles away from family.
We have your brothers and sisters in their Army green,
much like true siblings, they are here to convene.
I have faced my fears and pushed on through,
to say I don't miss home, well that's not true.
Whether it be in body or mind,
we stay with our heros for all of time.
As every Army wife surely knows,
we will follow our soldiers where ever they go.