I’m swimming in love when I look into your eyes. The deepest colored brown and no matter what‘s thrown about, there’s never a frown.

My heart tells me you once stood tall with mud to your thighs in a trench at Ypres. If I close my eyes I see you poised, ready to go over the top to create a crater and so certainly die.

Flicking a glance over your shoulder I think for a second you know…

The whistle screams, a male voice shouts ‘come on lads’ and with a pull on a rope, you’ve gone.

I’m swimming in love when I look into your eyes….