The days are passing; it's been so long, me amor.
I miss your long embrace and warm kisses--I need more.
My heart longs for your closeness and your treasured glances
saying more than words could express during moonlit dances.
During the long days, we play in the fields, he has your eyes.
He's full of energy--asking for Papa stories--running with ponies.
Remember--he thinks he is one of them, running wild and free.
He treasures the tiny clay pony you gave him when you left--left me.
I pray morning and night for your safe return, me amor.
Closing my eyes, caressing my little clay figure; I close my door.
My tears flood the night, Dreams of you end all to soon. I'm alone.
Me amor, is there time in a soldier's day for thoughts of home?
A general of Rome, commander of battles, living with death,
I can't imagine my tender, loving dearest forcing one's last breath!
A warrior you are, loyal subject of the Emperor, Defender of Rome,
I miss you dearest Maximus.............................please come home.
Someday you WILL return to me, the gods have determined our fate.
I'll wait for you in the golden fields beyond the old wooden gate.
The sun will shine eternally, our son will laugh, the ponies wildly run.
We will be together through eternity in the golden fields of Elysium.
(By Rayda Santrach)
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