CRAVING LOVE

Electric Blue. The poem is of truth. I must say I'm bothered by your tears. If I can I will try to explain. In my mind there is no other bolder than a soldier. He or she as it is to the time line of life that we are to live. My father was a soldier my brothers yes they spent time as did I in a place most would say no way. Yet the soldier findes unto himself the reason of life and yes his death. He does a job so hard that when sh-it hits the fan he findes himself in harms way for a reason to keep his people safe. Funny yet not as I wrote a poem of my past. It is harsh and a hard read yet it explains what I did on a day from the past. Not sure of the dark man in your life. Yet if he is a soldier I pray he lives to sit in the yard and look to his children my lady. Your tears are bothersome to me. I myself don't cry in the presence of others yet a ter I lay to ground from time to time. So walk with a kind mind and remember why a soldier job is anything but simple to the time of his life. Sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

My lady of thought. Reflecting upon the words placed to my gray. I will say the simple giant that looks to your body as a fine and well kept soul. My gray sayes he would walk in the dark without shoes to protect you. He would offer his life in less time than it would take to blink your eyes. Is he not a soldier a keeper of men? You my lady of harshness to life should just relaxe and offer the giant a hug a smile as the difference is lacking be it a man or a lady dear friend. I laugh at myself as to offer dirrection to anothers life. I think the quite giant should be left alone to his life. I know in my soul he would stand tall if needed. Wondering what he keeps to his gray never to explain why he is a soldier a person of truth. Yet not my place to ask my lady perhaps not even yours. Sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk