She left the ones she cared about for something left unknown. Telling the enemy her secrets while bullets were being thrown. Guns were going off and bombs were being dropped. As she runs to hide it feels like time has all but stopped. The enemy just found her. Gun shot through the heart. Now her life is over and thats the sadest part. She has gone to a better place....above There she lays "A soldier of love".
This is a challenge I gave in Poetry challenge everyone!!
This is kinda cool!!! You met the challenge!!
Take Care Bridgette
Creation of woman from the rib of Man: She was not made from his head to top him; nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him; but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved."