White Rose's Adventures

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While we are so far apart

I wake up in the morning
To a loving message from you
That makes my day much brighter
Than anything else could do.

Then the sound of you voice
Softly touches my ear
To ease my discomfort
That you are not near.

My love for you is stronger
Than ever it was before
It grows every day
To be more and more.

I long to feel you with me
The warmth of your skin
As you wrap around me,
Oh how long has it been?

Many miles separate us
But I feel your love for me
I know down deep inside
That this is meant to be.

So this distance I will suffer
For I know in my heart
Our love will see us through
While we are so far apart.

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Walls

My Walls

There is a great pain in my heart that started long ago

From many betrayals that cut so deep that they left a huge whole.

Strong, tall walls I use protect my heart from further abuse

So strong in fact, that in looking for love, I wonder, what is the use?

You can’t go around my walls for the length is out of sight

Nor can you climb over them either because of their great height

You could wonder around to look for a door upon which to knock

But sadly I fear, it won’t open, because of the many locks.

I wonder some times where the master key has been hid

I search around and around to no avail like a crazed kid

I want out of here, this hell, this cold dark place

I want to feel the warmth of the sun again, upon my face.

But I fear that even if the door were to be flung open wide,

Me and my heart would still find reason to run and hide

So I wonder again in my mind, what the hell is the use

Love can’t break through and if did, it would hang from a noose.

So do I give up on the dream of love and stay in this great misery?

That one question remains in my heart, with the answer a mystery.

There’s no one to see the many tears that slowly run down my sad face.

No one to softly whisper loves reassurance as we gently embrace.

So I sit behind my great wall built of the many pains suffered in life,

Left batter, broken and beaten down, crying out with great strife.

Please give me the keys to my strength to love like never before

Please fill my heart with great joy and let me suffer no more.

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I Long To Miss

I long to miss

Many hours we talk
Like school kids would
This feeling is great
As I knew it should

Your hand on my hip
Our bodies entwined
I nuzzle your neck
Your chest’s against mine

I wake to your touch
And a gentle kiss
The warmth of your body,
I long to miss.

For this is a dream
That’s yet to come true
It plays in my mind
And is all about you

But for now I will dream
This sweet dream of you
And patiently wait,
Till it comes true.

Then we shall be
Together my dear
Our dream’s alive,
When I have you near.

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The Memory of You

The Memory of You

My mind is ablaze
And my heart skips a beat
As the thought of your voice
When finally we speak.

The embrace of your arms
Brings a warmth untold
Firm but yet gentle
Please never break hold.

The taste of your kiss
Is oh so sweet
So soft and so gentle
As our lips meet.

The memory of you
Is still bright and clear
Like the hope in my heart
That I hold so dear.

By day and by night
I have a dream of you
It fills all my thoughts
And I hope will come true.

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Eyes, Heart, and Soul

Eyes, Heart, and Soul

When our eyes first met,
The world melted away.
There was nothing I could do,
And nothing I could say.

Your eyes reached my soul,
With the gentlest of touch,
That now makes me open,
And feel so very much.

I feel that I have known you,
For all of my life,
But little do I know,
And that brings a bit of strife.

But then and there I knew,
I had lost my heart,
And now I want to cry,
Because we are apart.

I find solace in the feeling
That my dream will come true,
And together we will be,
Just me and just you.

But for now I will wait,
Until you are free,
In your mind and in your heart,
To forever be with me.

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Just Doing Your Job

This is a Poem that I wrote for the soldier that stood between me and the bullets in the ambush last August.

Just Doing Your Job

You stand your ground
As the bullets fly
Guarding my back
With your keen eye.

You do not falter
You do not run
As the fire fight
It has begun.

I climb in my truck
As I hear you let go
With round after round
The bullets flow.

I grab a gear
Drive into the night
And leave you there
To finish the fight.

I know not your name
Or where you are from
But a thanks to you
From my heart comes.

Just doing my job
That’s what you say
No thanks is needed
But for you I pray.

May God keep you safe
And keep you from harm
Till home again
In loving Arms.

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Ambushed

Ambushed
As we travel these roads, a prayer to God on our lips
“Please on this night, let us have a safe trip.”
I look at the sky and see fire coming down
From in front and the sides, it’s all around
The fireworks begin, lighting our way through the night
As a voice screams out, “This can not be right.”
The bullets rain down and now one makes its mark
“I’m hit” you scream as I try to depart
Then another fly’s into the cab of the truck
I feel the burn, I know I been struck.
The pain is not long as I thought it would be
And I realize that shrapnel is all it could be.
You start to pray loudly and ask how I am.
There is blockage ahead and I prepare to ram.
The fire continues down as you look at my arm
Then I hear a voice, another has been harmed.
“Get him and get out, keep on the roll
Follow me now, I am making a hole.”
Hit one car, hit two, hit three and then four
This is not like, when ambushed before.
Everything comes into my mind so clear
As I hear the return fire, so damn near.
Keep pressing on but don’t leave them behind
Look forward, look back, please God be kind.
Find a place that is safe and tend to our injured
I know that this night will always be remembered.
Come to the medic, several times I hear,
Tend to my men first, by that time I’ll be near.
Did they all make it through and are they alright?
This only thought as my gut squeezes tight.
All others are ok and are ready to roll
So we gather what’s left and begin our stroll.
Back to base camp, to what we call home
With hope that it’s days, before again we must roam.

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