Oh, my sweetest love, always on my mind
is my wanting for you and this yearning
when I marched to war and left you behind
I was certain I'd soon be returning
But months turned to years and still I am here
these fields where I witnessed my youth disappear
When you saw me off you held in your tears
gave me a silk scarf a prayer book too
I posed a bold front suppressed all my fears
prayed that this bloody mess soon would be through
but here on these field so many men die
I cannot be brave, I cannot but cry
Forgive me beloved, for burdening you
with all my depressive anxieties
But, be brave and know that thinking of you
is all that it takes to bring my heart ease
and facing each day is made bearable
I love you darling with all of my soul.
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