Save a place for me,
In your heart, my sweet;
For when the night is over,
Then again we’ll meet.
When the bullets fly,
And the guns are sounding too,
In my mind I see your face;
I smile and think of you.
When the men around are dying;
Slaughtered on the ground,
When the sky’s alight with flame,
When the screams of boys do sound.
On leave I hold you close,
Approaching now the turn,
I’ll hold you in my arms,
And clutch the last return.
Always know I love you,
As the guns now blast,
Remember that I miss you,
And it’s over very fast.
Save a place for me,
In your heart, my sweet;
For when the night is over,
Then again we’ll meet.
(June 2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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