
The day you asked me
if I’d marry you
how could I have foresee
when we said I do
And the wedding was over
on that very same day
word coming from Dover
that you’re called away
How could I ever know
you’d be taken from me
before the bouquet I’d throw
or the reception we’d see
Rice still in the packet
the sound of running feet
making such a loud racket
as our eyes would meet
“I’m so sorry,” was said
“Darling, I love you!”
as away you were led
with the groomsmen too
No, I didn’t know
left crying I’d be
’cause you had to go
fight for our country
Just be safe, baby,
wherever you may go
and come home so maybe
that reception we’ll throw!
Teresa Marie 8/16/11
For you, Nate, and Military Appreciation Week
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