A soldier receives a Dear John letter |
He stood beside the wishing well with lucky coin in hand. Thought of all the wishes that his aching heart had planned. But the note that she had written had changed his life forever. Standing here beside the well his love for her did sever. He missed the scented jasmine that perfumed her auburn hair, which now perfumes her letters and still lingers in the air. Lonely, salted, crystal tears meander down his cheek, with broken heart and sorrow, for his lost love he does weep. Red ink now smears the pages where his tears fell heavily. Joined by broken promises he'd had from Beverly. "I do," was said for all to hear before he had to leave, to do his honored duty, what he truly did believe. But now he stands on foreign shores with rifle in his hand. Staring at the letter that has fallen on the sand. He thought himself so lucky to have the perfect wife. For her he'd do his duty create the perfect life. But she had found another love in the year he'd been away, Now he stands here all alone while she had gone a stray. Tossing his unlucky coin into the wishing well. He makes his final wish for them, that they both should go to Hell. |