Counting years has become important to us, my love. You continue to flourish and flower in the midst, and I love every new aspect of you. I can never find the words to adequately explain how I see you, but perhaps I can tell it this way....
An angel found a soldier, she walked out of the rain.
His armor had been sundered, he was grimacing in pain.
She knelt there right beside him, and lifted up his chin.
"Your story isn't ending, this is where the fight begins."
He shook his head and stammered, "There's nothing here to see.
The fight in me is finished now, there is no victory.
You'd be wise to run right now, we have no earthly chance,"
but she refused to listen, picking up his broken lance.
"I will not surrender sir, I will not run away.
There's no time left for pity, we've one more beast to slay."
He cried out cold and bitterly, "I don't think I can stand!"
She took his splintered lance and firmly pressed it in his hand.
before them rose a monster, insidious and foul
cloaked in clouds of anguish, with death behind its cowl.
It screamed in songs of mourning, with teeth of sharpened knives.
Behind it stretched a trail of broken hearts and shattered lives.
An angel found a soldier who had lost the means to fight.
She grasped him by his shoulders, and heaved with all her might.
with heaven's help she lifted, and got him to his feet.
There was nowhere to run to, there would be no retreat.
They stood there both together, she held him calm and steady.
The plague of fear subsided, they were resolute and ready.
The creature howled its challenge, intent to lay them low.
She whispered, "I can help, but you must strike the killing blow."
Tony Lollio 2018
An angel found a soldier, she walked out of the rain.
His armor had been sundered, he was grimacing in pain.
She knelt there right beside him, and lifted up his chin.
"Your story isn't ending, this is where the fight begins."
He shook his head and stammered, "There's nothing here to see.
The fight in me is finished now, there is no victory.
You'd be wise to run right now, we have no earthly chance,"
but she refused to listen, picking up his broken lance.
"I will not surrender sir, I will not run away.
There's no time left for pity, we've one more beast to slay."
He cried out cold and bitterly, "I don't think I can stand!"
She took his splintered lance and firmly pressed it in his hand.
before them rose a monster, insidious and foul
cloaked in clouds of anguish, with death behind its cowl.
It screamed in songs of mourning, with teeth of sharpened knives.
Behind it stretched a trail of broken hearts and shattered lives.
An angel found a soldier who had lost the means to fight.
She grasped him by his shoulders, and heaved with all her might.
with heaven's help she lifted, and got him to his feet.
There was nowhere to run to, there would be no retreat.
They stood there both together, she held him calm and steady.
The plague of fear subsided, they were resolute and ready.
The creature howled its challenge, intent to lay them low.
She whispered, "I can help, but you must strike the killing blow."
Tony Lollio 2018
