Sitting on this very wooden stool
with one light bulb over my head
I write to you dear love,
for your presence is still within
my mind and heart,
the thoughts of you have kept me alive
in this pointless war
Nature's fruits have burned and died
but the only flower I want to see returning
are the Daisies.
The trenches are cold and dark
And as many men have lost hope for life
I will not.
Because I refuse to die,
before I can see you once more
My dearest love,
when I return
our lives will be complete.
No need for gold or silver
as the wealth lies with our hearts
you are and will always be
my one and only love,
Daisy.
- Gatsby.