These Arms Poem by Philip Lore

These arms...Long to hold you oh so tight.
These arms...Hold a rifle in a fight.
These arms...Want to hold you in the night.
These arms...Reach out to hold your hand.
These arms...Are far away in a war torn land.
These arms...Will caress you soon one day.
These arms...Hold my hands tight, when I pray.
These arms...Carry bodies ripped and torn.
These arms...Held our children, when they were born.
These arms...Wipe the tear drops from my eyes.
These arms...Are weak when a soldier dies.
These arms...Yearn to touch your face.
These arms...Want to leave this terrible place.
These arms...Won't leave till its time to go.
These arms...Are open for our love to grow.
These arms...Touch you softly in the night..
These arms...Want to leave this terrible fight.