MY SWEETHEART
Reading edition
I saw her in a dream as though in life,
Her form, her soft blue eyes, her eider hair,
Which fell as silken, golden portals, draped
Before her bosom fair.
She whispered in my ear, “Sweetheart, be brave,
We’ll back you up in all you do and dare.”
Then bending o’er, she pressed her lips to mine ...
I woke—she was not there.
Frank C. McCarthy, Sgt., A.S.
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