Happier Days

I think of a sweet time, when I think of you;
A time that rushed by,  before I knew,
The sorrow and sadness that was to come,
When I left for the trenches in World War One.

A lock of your hair, held so close to me,
Was my comfort in forthcoming  tragedy.
As my eyes were taken, by an enemy shell,
That exploded so close in my living hell.

For now without sight I cannot see,
Your beautiful form that’s in front of me.
So I’ll kiss your lips and remember the ways,
We loved each other in those happier days.