Tender Soldier - Poem by Laa Finita
By chance, we met, and
in a quick glance I recognized,
a tall, strong figure,
and a truthfull pair of eyes.
The second time, by chance again,
(was that a sign from The Gods?)
I observed and listened carefully:
I saw sadness, humor, hope.
Unbeatable, fierce, inscrutable,
I thank The Gods, he is not,
for in a brief time, brave, no fear,
he dared to show his many wounds.
Tender soldier, such a warrior,
day after day, in a tough war,
fights with neither rest nor anger,
neither complains, nor rewards.
To him, I know, I`m a refuge,
in weak moments, a solace.
Silent, my heart already beats for him,
and fails to expect nothing. Alas!
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