She smiled as I gazed at her,
And I returned it with a wink.
Much is said without saying,
At least that is what I think.
I had to make her acquaintance,
Beauty does that to me at times.
When she spoke her name I melted.
Such grace I thought only angels possessed.
We had many dates until the war.
Our love continued in our letters.
I survived to see her again.
We set a date to be married.
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
Ron