Love, Sergeant

By Martius Eliot
“Dear rose, my beloved, 
Will you wait for my return?
Will you be my wife, until eternity ends
Will you wait a while for my return? 

When the war gets over
And the enemies recede aback,
I will go on one knee, with a wedding ring
On the sea shore, by our little shack. 

On our wedding day
Heavens shall glisten anew,
Gods shall drizzle upon, drops of Midas touch
Earth will grow flowers as pretty as you. 

And your womb will carry 
The most beautiful girl of all lands,”
-Read the letter, drenched in red rose blood
Crumpled in the sergeant’s lifeless hands.

“With love,
 Martius “

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