A Soldiers Sweetheart

My Fiance is in the Army and i am currently waiting for him to come home. I wrote this poem for the soldier sweethearts waiting for there men to return.

These words are meant for a strong man.

One who will be there forever to hold

my hand.

They're for the man who stands

next to me.

For a man who fights for us 

to be free.

Forever I'll hold these words next 

us, and cherish them everyday

til the sun comes up.

These words are for the men 

with sweethearts at home.

The promises that are worn 

on our fingers of silver and gold.

If we were simple, we would own

no home, we would own no land.

We would have no silver or gold

wedding bands.

No money, no power.

Yes, with love, not with lust,

and our lucky penny's that say

"IN GOD WE TRUST."

Blood, sweat, and tears.

Screaming and crying 

and our bleeding ears.

With your broken wings, 

wounds and scars.

We'll carry you through the 

galaxies and stars.

Because we are broken as well.

We scream, cuss, and bite 

our tongue.

We hear when you cry out loud 

and bruising lungs.

Yes, there is fear.

Yes, there are tears.

Yes, we cry,

And yes, we die inside.

Just like the soldiers

who cry for us.

The sweethearts back home.

Waiting for there men 

to hold them tight and

never let them go.