I delicately place the flowers where you previously lay,
A marking engraved to remind me of that dreadful day.
In the year of 1914 you went out to fight
Away from your family, away from my sight.
You were the lion lost in a pack of wolves,
Your heart was taken and trampled by bulls.
You were my one and only love and,
I need you. Without you, I am not full.

The Germans you captured, grew by the hundreds’.
They laughed as they watched the screen where they plundered.
Famous they said, for his brave and noble act.
Noble he echoed. How can I be that?
Quick at the fingers, Quick at the wrist,
Quick to shoot them down in the mist.
“The eyes. The eyes”, he muttered most days,
“Bang. Bang. How peacefully they sleep.”

Nobody saw you the way I did that night,
When the house was filled with screaming and fright.
You begged me to end the suffering those images brought.
The bombings, the blood, what a barbaric thought.