My great grandfather had a little note book in the war, in which he wrote poems. Unfortunately, only three are legible:
Your love means more to me my dear
Than sunlight means to flowers
More than the stars
However so clear
To night's dark dreary hours.
Your love means life itself to me
For all it holds most bright
Is scented in the thought of thee,
All you,
My heart's delight
Wait for me I will come
Wait for me...
Forget the sadness and the pain
The weeping of the dying rain
Wait for me
Forget the voice that says
The light has gone out from your days
He is gone; you only wait in vain.
Wait for me I will come
Through many deaths
Knowing that you wait
Those who do not wait cannot understand
That the start on death
The resting of a heart across a deathless time
Wait. I will come
First a letter,
Just a letter.
Nothing at all,
But what a wife would say.
Only a letter
But my heart went singing all the day.
If we shall not meet again
I'll still give thanks for you
Thanks for the dear companionship The happy hours we knew.
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Operation Market Garden (75th Anniversary)
Kurgu OlmayanThis is just to inform some people about the one of the World War II operations my great grandfather was a part of
