American

Baby, we grew up on either side of that

white picket fence And I remember the innocence

of those summers The striking colours of the

butterflies that you would chase Ice cream on

the lawn, when it was warm

Our parents thought it was sweet as we

danced beneath the willow tree, when the 

branches splashed us with light And 

we'd breathe with the rush of the wind

that was taking us down this path

Winter came and we were in your room

with a wound, fresh from the youthful

escapades The teddy was with me

on your bed but you kissed the graze

on my leg; you chose my arms instead

(Many years passed like this, then...) 

We were barely 15 and I remember the

dress, it was white The black strands of 

your hair as I reached down there 

and we finally knew what we were meant

to be - you explored me

I was drafted, they put a gun in my hand

A GI lost in a foreign land; every night

that picture - which I kept safe - made

me think of your warm embrace

One day we'll marry, you are my Faith