My love has gone to war today and I can't hide the pain.
The tears I cry alone at night have fallen down like rain.
If my pillow where a rose, it would drink all night in bliss.
When I dream, I dream of being with you alone and how we kiss.
My love has gone to war today and I can't hide the fear.
I talk to you alone at night and hope that you can hear.
A rose left without water could, surely not, revive.
Yet, you have left me here and I am still alive.
My love has gone to war today and left me feeling blue.
I'll wipe my eyes, return to sleep, so I can be with you.

©Barry Doster