A youthful man Newly wed A baby on it's way Was called to arms From the State And so he couldn't stay He hugged his bride With warm embrace As he thought Of all he'd miss Then softly whispered In her ear I leave you with a kiss The war was done Who cared who won For we know who's Really losing Some men will live Some men must die It's Fate that does The choosing A widow kneels Besides a stone As she has done For years Then stands, and says "I must go. Love I leave you with my tears" Lost Love Jerry T Curtis Sept 6, 2014 THE POET II CONTEST