Lover come back to me
How long I wait for your return my dear
to take away this pain within my heart.
You left me there that day but made it clear
when you come back, we’ll make a brand new start.
I’ll miss your gentle touch as you held me
and kisses on my lips before you leave
me here. My tears I could not hide from thee.
“I will come home to you, you must believe”
It’s been two years and not a word from you.
I fear the worst but know I must be strong
and pray to God that when this war is through
He’ll bring you home to me where you belong.
When loved ones go away we must be brave
for some come home and some they cannot save.
Joan Benecke July 26th 2009
How long I wait for your return my dear
to take away this pain within my heart.
You left me there that day but made it clear
when you come back, we’ll make a brand new start.
I’ll miss your gentle touch as you held me
and kisses on my lips before you leave
me here. My tears I could not hide from thee.
“I will come home to you, you must believe”
It’s been two years and not a word from you.
I fear the worst but know I must be strong
and pray to God that when this war is through
He’ll bring you home to me where you belong.
When loved ones go away we must be brave
for some come home and some they cannot save.
Joan Benecke July 26th 2009
Author notes
I saw this picture and loved it, so I told my Muse to create a poem from it.
In a list
Love is all powerful
Comments
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oh such sorrow
very emotional.
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an evocative picture and your sonnet goes very well with it.
It’s been two years and not a word from you.
I fear the worst but know I must be strong
and pray to God that when this war is through
He’ll bring you home to me where you belong
I liked these lines I found they scanned easier than some of the others


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Everything about this poem is classic as Yem so aptly stated. A beautifully written sonnet makes every nuance and yearn so clear, and crisp. Lovely poetry dear sister!


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Thank you my sweet Renee, I am back on my feet, well almost and have to get back to writing again. My thanks for dropping by to read my poem my dear Sister.
Love Joan
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I like the photo too. It has a classic tone to it, the sonnet I mean. But it has a timeless message of course for it applies right now to the soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan. Men and women waiting for their loved ones to return home safely. I recently watched a movie on that same theme, was was the title? I think it won an Oscar a couple years ago. Memory like a goldfish.
It's a lovely sonnet.


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Thank you Yem, I'm very happy to hear from you.
I loved the picture and felt it needed a classic tone to it.
See you when I get back my friend.
Love Joan
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Very good
This is a moving piece. I like it.
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Thank you for dropping by and I'm happy you liked it.
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Beautiful Jo Jo, big Sis
I LUV picture and words complement picture absolutely and totally, beautifully. I think one of
your best Sonnets. I think your muse was genuinely inspired and it shows. WOW!


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Hi dear little Sissy Pixie, I'm pleased with what my Muse created.
Love to you forever.
Your big Sissy Jo Jo
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Dear Bea,
Ah yes! These feelings must have been shared by thousands of loved ones whose sweethearts went off to war and either didn't or couldn't correspond because of the exigencies of their situation, the strictness of censorship or the uncertainties of mail delivery.
For those left waiting at home, it was a long test of belief, faith and hope. Even for those who were lucky enough to be reunited, love did not always survive the long parting from which they emerged as virtual strangers who failed to match the long-cherished memories.
Your poignant poem vividly expresses the forlorn womanly attempt to maintain hope and courage in the face of her lover's failure to communicate.
A splendid and beautiful sonnet and a beautiful picture.
Applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh.

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From the heart of an angel,
words reflecting the angst
of missing the one gone so long.
Both the words and the illustration
set a time long ago before laptops
and cell phones went to war,
when waiting was the only recourse.
A poignant but elegant piece!
M-C

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