Eyes full of love, wind in their hair,

the promise of a future was definitely there.

Star lit night he holds her close,

points out a star for her to hold .

The promise so pure, backdrop of white,

blue skies forever, red sunset nights.

 Black tux is traded for desert fatigues and combat gear,

the promise he made would have to hold for a year.

Eyes full of love, wet with a tear…

promise made, I will wait My Dear.

 Held to her breast, on a blue backdrop,

the stars he promised, his love never stopped.

Red, white and blue, the colors were hers,

last words spoken.. I’ll love you forever, MY Dear.

 He had pointed out a star for her to hold……

* Sacrifices are made on all fronts during War.*