Enduring Love
Love, blossomed pink
 on the fair skin
of the sweet lass
The young man, late
 rushes in haste
the violets crushed
 in his hand;
Arm in arm
 they strolled
along the promenade;
 The girl
and her soldier
 Precious times
 in 1939.

A broad smile, beamed
 from the woman
with a ring of violets
 in her hair;
The weary soldier
 steps down
from the train
 returning her wave;
Meeting eyes
 they embraced
oblivious to the crowd;
 The bride to be
and her groom
A future life
 to live together
in 1945.