I am nothing

For you do not see

My love for you

I look in your eyes you just look past

In your eyes

I watch you from behind the gate

I wish, I hope,I pray

that someday I maybe someone in your eyes

In your eyes

A dream of you and me

forever to be a dream

for life is fading,slipping,sliding away

you see me

you hold me safe in your arms

at last I am at least somone

In your eyes. 

The fifth of June.

I was sipping on a glass of wine.

Old R in the corner had about eight (bottles).

When the door bursted open .

"To arms"  one commanded.

This was the day of Lamarque's funeral.

Who will prevail we shall soon see.

The next day June the sixth.

Smoke covered every thing and it was sure hard to see.

I paused from fireing to reload.

Now blood stains my vest and seeps through my fingers as I clench my side.

Who will prevail I shall never know.

before I go

I have not seen her

scence she was an infant

my child

Let me hold you

like I have been longing to

Show me your hands

for they are surly the same

tiny,pink, and clean

Do you know what I have done for you

What I have gone through

My struggle, my humility

but that is of no matter

I want to see her

Watch her grow

Year by year

Inch by inch

Please hurry monsieur

I do not think I will make it

To see her one last time