Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.
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A soldier whose love of his comrades and his duty has made him forget his lady love. Well written.
Wonderfully penned beautiful poem with rhyme and meaning. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
O loved, living, dying, heroic soldier, All, all my joy, my grief, my love, are thine. Fantastic........
love that's beautiful/////