Thinking Of Thine. Poem by Caleb Wiggins

I write to you, this valentine to ask you to be mine, I remember before the war, when we spent the spring next, to the humble Rhine. Where we drank the German wine, and laughed the days away, without a single fine, singing “love is not a crime”. I have not a dime, but I fill my heart with time. The time we spent in spring laughing all our cares away, the time we told each other bye when I marched across the Rhine. That’s why I write to you, so that you can be mine, and I can be thine. And when the Rhine calls back to me, calls me home from this war torn world, ill come too meet you my dear. My valentine on the Rhine!