be my valentine

"i think i'm gonna make it through just fine
won't you be my valentine?"
you read the words & wished it true
the soldier would come back to you
in Springtime with his flowering smile
he'd pick you up and squeeze awhile
your thin and fine young lady breast
closer to his young man chest
you held his letter in your hand
and feared it was a grain of sand
slipping to the kitchen floor
where it would likely be no more
"i think i'm gonna make it through just fine
won't you be my valentine?"

he died in ambush just past nine
his wet clothes still hanging from your line
a box with ribbons and other stuff
arrived much later but it wasn't enough.