Seeing you, makes my heart sing,
Like an early morning sparrow,
Singing his heart out,
Fearing no tomorrow.

To hold you gently,
In my arms,
And feel your tenderness,
Melting, through my finger tips.

To savor the bouquet,
Of your womanly essence,
Like a rose,
Still wet with dew.

To kiss your sweet lips,
As the sun, blinds my thoughts,
My eyes, I close,
To gently, greet yours.

I whisper loving words,
To see your smile,
For away, I have been,
Over a thousand miles.

Is that a tear, trickling,
Down your eyes, I see?
Hope sad, you are not,
For Iam back, from overseas.

William Bonilla.....9/28/02

*****Home Is The soldier*****