For one last time, she held him,
Before he left for war,
Not knowing when they will meet again,
As she led him to the door.
A sense of pride filled her soul,
From her eyes, some tears did roll.
As she said to her husband, “I am so proud to be your wife,
I will always be yours for the rest of my life.
I will wait until you do your duty,
Because your duty gives you, your identity”.
He was touched by her responsible gesture,
He was moved by her sacrificing nature.
He sensed pride in owning her too,
There was something about her which he could never have found in anyone new.