Dorothy Eleanor

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Letters home

You're a note sent from heaven,
To a battle field in hell.
I wish I could kiss you here
and the worries farewell.

Every letter written carefully
By a steady hand in ink.
I hold your picture to my heart,
Smell your scent, tears on the brink.

I'm hopelessly lost in this war
There's hate and chaos all around;
I promised you I'd come home
And to that promise I am bound.

But love, should my heart stop beating
or a bullet is through my chest,
I'll be home at some point,
Please lay me down to rest.
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