There is this boy I know who lives across the sea,
His voice, his eyes, and his laugh, they've always comfort me.
But when he's gone, I feel a void that crumples up my heart,
And I know he feels the same, whenever we're apart.
Its strange to say I feel this way about a boy I barely know,
Maybe its because the kindness, he's always known to show.
Or perhaps it's the way he's there for me, and helps me when I'm down,
And brings a smile to my face, when it feels like the world wants me to frown.
His corps, his life, his family,
But first he's thought only of me.
Love like this cannot be bought,
It can't be robbed, broken or shot.
This love I know, for sure is true,
Because I feel it through and through
He will always be my friend, and my shelter in the storm,
And when he's back into my life my heart can take its form.
He is sure to stay my best friend, my bud, my sweetie pie,
But most of all he's the one, that will love me till we die
A Poem For Private First Class
Jesse Madison Randolph