God Speed

He looks at me through the armour he wears.

The vision torments me.

I see him lying there amongst the others, slain.

To war he must go and is going.

Leave me he must unhappy as I am.

I tie my scarf around his mighty arm and with it

entwine a blessing pure and true:

God protect thee my love.

Let His Great arm strike down all that threaten thee and

may He His great shield extend to thee.

May pain or harm never cross thy path,

nor sorrow cross mine own.

I shall love thee till the Heavens turn to fire

and will be thine ere long.

God speed, my love. 

Amanda