His writing is crisp,
Sharp upon the page,
As it etches those lines in my heart,
Causing pain.
Compliments and love,
Sprawled out in italics,
Words of adoration and complication,
Causing friction.
I've gone away for weeks,
But you are my one and only,
Look after our babies and I shall return,
Causing heartache.
Fight for king and country,
They proclaim on the radio,
The thieves of fathers and husbands,
Causing worry.
Fires blaze in their guns,
Send sparks to their hearts,
And fill them will terror and woe,
Causing grief.
