i will always love you.
even though it is 1800s,
it is morning of four,
you headed to go to the war,
i would have sit at home with our children,
waiting for you to come back all right,
i would have read all of your love letters that you sent,
i would have stare at our black and white pictures before i close my eyes,
i would have tell our children about how we met.
even in different life,
you will always be the love of my life.
YOU ARE READING
reminiscing
Poetrywriting because i dont know how to talk about my problems the old ones were poorly written
