Story of My leave

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I met my wife for the first time while I was on leave from Afghanistan... This is that story..

Submitted: August 13, 2011

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Submitted: August 13, 2011



Story Of My Leave

When I came home on leave I met this girl

I didn't know what I was getting into but I thought I would give it a whirl

I didn't know much about her

I was saying my prayers at night and she was the answer

I didn't know who I was until I met this person

I was back from hell my life couldn't worsen

I was in a place so evil it only can be described by horror

I had only a few months left and I would be back from tour

We told each other we would stick it out and stay together

You would wait, I would come home and be a couple forever

We sat and talked about future plans and goals

We talked about or past and how we had to pay the growing up tolls

Once secretly but wouldn't tell you that I wanted you as my future bride

I saved you from that horrible job

We met some of my family, you laughed when they called be Bob

My Birthday you made me my first ever Birthday cake

It was a dollar store pan with a confetti top

We even bought and hide a twelve pack of pop

You made me an amazing dinner and still had time to bake

Christmas we couldn't spent every waking hour together

Broke my heart but on a brighter note we did have perfect weather

New Years we stayed in a real life castle

I tried to impress you but I had no plan, still no hassle

We drank wine and toasted, fireworks are scary, fun it was not

We tried to romance, it got way to HOT

Once we left there I was suppose to leave the very next day

I called around the clock to just to squeeze in another day to stay

Once I knew I had one more week I was all smiles

I knew I was gonna have to leave you, someday soon so many miles

I knew it would, but that week went by so fast

I was happy because I knew our love would forever last

The day I Ieft you looked so sad but oh so beautiful

Tears ran from our faces, I'm sure we looked pitiful

That last minute came when I had to say that final goodbye

I dreaded this day, why oh why

Knowing I had to let go was the worst thing I ever had to do

The longest walk to the plane, I already missed you

The moral of this story is Love is something that can't be broken

Everyday I look at my ring and is see my love, my token

I would travel the depths of hell to rescue my princess

One message, one risk, taking a chance on love, Priceless

By Bobby J Evans

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