Your laugh still echoes in my ears.
Your chiseled figure burnt into my memory.
Your kind eyes still pierce my skin.
Your advice from the heart still warms my soul.
And yet they've turned you into something else.
Your laugh is a memory.
I no longer hear it.
You may have a body of a god but it's built for something evil.
Although your eyes may still be kind, behind them they are deep with something dark.
Your advice may warm my soul from many days ago.
But they've replaced it with a voice that's not yours.
Your laugh has turned to cadence.
Your body is your personal tank.
Behind your kind eyes is deep killing power.
Your advice is from somewhere beyond you from a sergeant that calls you trash.
So where is the man I once called baby, he went to fight for my safety, and although I am proud through and through, they've turned you into something that only a women that truly loves you can understand, because i'll wait for you until the day you say i love you. because I know your laugh will come again, and your body will always be mine, your eyes will be kind when they look my way, and you'll always have something intelligent to say.
To all the soldiers and their "girls" they may have taken them for now but in the end they will always be ours.
