A Wife Is Waiting Poem by Philip Lore

I watch my soldier leave today,
I saw him walk away.
Leaving for Iraq, a hostile land.
A Burning sun, and drifting sand,

I see my soldier again in my dreams,
I feel my hot tears, I hear my screams.

As he walked up to the gate,
I saw him glance back and hesitate.
With a tear dropp in his eye.
I wish I could hold him one last time,
But if I could... I know... I would cry.

Staring intensly, I'm stand my ground, .
When he's out of sight, I call but there is no sound.
I feel my shoulders droop,
I feel them as they shrug.
I wish I could hold him just once more,
To give him one last hug.

Then its time,
I must leave,
I break down and start to cry.
Its tearing me apart,
I cry, I cry, and cry.

My man is gone, gone to war,
He the beating in my heart.
I love him so, I told him so,
Be safe while we're apart.

Tossing and turning,
That very same night,
Wishing and praying,
With all of my might.

As I lay down to my empty bed,
I'm holding back a scream,
I Can't believe why this is happening,
It's real, not just a dream.

My soldier, my lover, he is my life,
He truly warms my heart,
He is my moon,
He is my star,
He's my planets all in line.
He is my life,
He brings me hope,
He's a ray of bright sunshine.
Our love is like a bunch of grapes,
Maturing on the vine.

Our souls were joined together,
We weathered stormy weather,
Its a bond that will last,
Forget all that passed,
Forever, till the end of time.

He loves me with such tenderness,
With a sparkle in his eye,
He gives me so much happiness,
Please God....Don't let him die.