When To The End Poem by Ima Ryma

When I left you to go to war,
The only dreams I dreamed were of
Returning home to you once more,
Reuniting with you in love.
When I was taken prisoner,
And forced into a dark, cold cell,
For you I knew I could endure
All torture of me in this hell.
When my body, they tore apart,
And when they played games with my mind,
I always could look deep in heart,
And always there, you I would find.

And when time came, as death does do,
Death gave me one last dream of you.