I was laughing, cold in the snow
I felt quite centred in his arms
As my heartbeat beat like a banjo
As the sun sank orange and pre-warms.
My heart for a season of new tears
As he goes to be awarded his stripes
—You're Purple Heart. All my fears
Was a foreign soil of endless gripes?
Oh I was laughing cold in the snow
When I heard his padding feet go
Not knowing when he'd return
Like a summer blossom to govern.
Oh, I was dreaming I joined his ranks.
And as we took fire in a bunker
Shrapnel, standing on the gangplanks
Entered my porcelain; white shoulder.
And then again laughing cold in the snow
I felt quite centred in his arms
As my heartbeat; like a banjo.
As the sun sank orange and pre-warms.
The surgeon's knife he was my guardian angel.
And as I was the snow drifting, before his gaze
He compacted my wounds repaired every vessel.
And seamlessly, I awoke to all my birthdays.
I was laughing tenfold in the snow
But this time it was confetti - instead.
As my heartbeat; like a banjo.
I beheld his warm embrace on top of our bedstead.
And I gave him a heart of my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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