To the one that I love who will soon be my wife.
I write from a land filled with trouble and strife.
Just marking the days passing by oh so slow
`till I`m there beside you then they will all know,
though we were apart, you were true to my love,
proving that I, am the hand to your glove.
Neil went home last week at the end of his tour,
no more patrols will he have to endure.
He wants me for best man when he marries Gill
I hope you don`t mind but I`ve told him I will.