Auf Wiedersehen Sweetheart
I
It was many a summer ago now,
Even now I can still recall it all,
As clear as if it were simply blank air.
You painted the only canvas I owned.
Solid background of military grey
Replaced by a vibrant red of passion
And a mixture of every colour
Which was imprinted and there to remain.
I clung to it in a desp'rate attempt
Of my necessary preservation,
But it was capably shaken away.
The cruel imprint of my authority
Had it relinquished of your influence.
Crippled it's no longer a shade of grey
Only the harsh tints of war remain
The blank air letting all the dye be drained
For me there is only consequence.
II
And now we both wait as spring leaps forward
To give its own light and life to summer,
Which crumples into autumn and freezes
Freezes so bitterly into winter
Time went past too quickly and too slowly
Every dragged breath I am witness to
Leads to replaying in my damaged mind
That one so bitter part that had made me say;
Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart
This is a poem I wrote after reading 'Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart' and it is from Germany's Perspective. desp'rate is written as so to show it is pronounced: 'Desp-rat' not 'Desp-er-rat' to keep the syllables the same. Link to original story by George deValier: .net/s/6565449/1/Auf_Wiedersehen_Sweetheart
I know the poem isn't good but if you have any constructive criticism I would be grateful. I do not tend to write poetry so it would really help me if you dropped a review on your thoughts please :) And thank you for reading ^^