To love a Marine, is a hard thing to do, because our live are dedicated, to the Red White and Blue. Even though, we have a great big smile, knowing in our hearts, we can be gone for a while. In a far away land, and a different place, not knowing in our minds, if we'll see your face. We're home for a minute, then we get that call, we're off in a plane, to protect some wall. To love a marine, is not a easy task, just love me slow, that's all that I ask. Set no boundries, make no rules, we are fighting machines, not household tools. I'm just sayin, what's on my mind, because a love like yours, is so hard to find. To Love A Marine..
U.S.M.C. I salute you all... William D. Breland II
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice rhythm there, by the way. sort of like a letter, but remains a poem... A marine? truly? i've billions of questions...but no, I won't ask. Blessings to you and your lady love.