Trough the old attic, tucked away neatly
deep in a dusty ole trunk wrapped in a pink bow
reading the letters of love, made her cheeks red
as deep in her breast, her heart is now a-glow

There in her hand a token of a man’s lovely heart
there as he always promised his love to wait and stay
his promise to never hurt her and never to her part
the love of this woman to this man, a forever stay

Those letters tells of her late
great-gran, tell her all the know
about a mans love, she waited for
as within those pages, pure love shows

Pen to paper in a full out war
the only thing to not think of her love
as a day filled with a many chore
alas the ending was very very sad

In the war, God took her great-grand-dad.