LETTERS
An old love story began so very long ago.
When lovers met and called a wedding ban.
Immediately they were separated by wars unplanned.
Forced to depart hardly holding bodies close in sexual demand.
Years passed, letters ceased.
They became victims,
Who never knew when their loved one died.
Just a telegram, which coldly told they were a casualty of war.
He kept her book, her life story unpublished,
And on their anniversary added roses the best he could buy.
Left them together on the bedside table,
To remind him of the heroine who was his bride.
© 2023 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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