It shouldn't be this way.
I care about him to much to walk away.
He says I'll move on day.
But I just want him to stay.
He's the only one I care for.
He was the perfect score.
Last night ended it all.
That was the last call.

I cry, I weep, I mourn.
I feel so torn.
From Love and Passion
To a new kind of fashion.

He says he'll always care.
But it's just too hard to bear.
He says for me to trust Him.
But my hope for him is dim.

He'll become a man one day.
And I know I'll hear him say.
"This way is best."
And as he thrusts out his chest.
He smiles at me knowing eyes
And flies away into clouded skies.

I may might see him again.
But if I do it'll be in ten.

My man's a military man.
With a golden tan.
Black hair and eyes.
Knowing and wise.
Loving and Caring
Keen and Daring.

He'll be in my heart forever and ever.
I love him, he's my military man.

It wasn't supposed to be a poem or really make a lot of sense. I just wrote it because it pretty much sums up my thoughts.
I'm gonna miss him a whole heap.
He's becoming my best friend.
And I guess it's just hard.
Because we care a lot about eachother.
But we can't even be together.
And that sucks.
But anways...
Hope u all have a great rest of the week.
Teresa