TO ConnorMacleod..........
Standing in the hot sun,missing you and alone,
I hear the expected words,"Your going home."
But I have no arms to hold you,
Only my heart and love is true.
Prepared to give my life for freedom,
So others can be free.
But I stand here thinking,
I wish you were close to me.
Only two more days before I depart,
I yearn for the day,to feel your tremulous heart.
Beating deeply within your tender breast,
To smell your hair,as you rest gently on my chest.
I could go on but not sure if this is what you envisaged, Please dont moan at me !!! Clive.
Not you.
I'm still working on the rest of the poem.