From sharing a seat on the school bus to setting close
after I began to drive holding her hand in mine.
To Lake Howard skating rink, we would go.
Skating to the music gracefully holding onto each other as we go.
Cruising the strip and the places where everyone would go
to hang with friends that we each would know.
My call to duty came. I had to go, leaving behind my first crush and friend that I cared for so, that didn't want me to go.
Training was done got to spend time home before the war where I had to go.
At the skating rink to find her, as I saw her, I could feel my feelings for her begin to glow.
We talked a while and then she says her mother said a soldier only wants one thing, and that I would have to go.
The one thing a soldier wants is to survive a war and spend a life with the one they love so.
Not the scars that only the heart and soul know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem