Tales From The Battlefield

Far from home, on the beach, at the break of dawn, The ink has dried out and the letters are gone, The summer has ended, and here is the news, hon: The war is over and you won.

  All my knights and my bishops have perished by now, The waves washed the sand letters, my stories were in vain, My fantasies bloomed but then reached a level you couldn't allow, The summer has ended and it has started to rain.

Everything I told you was true, and still is Because when you came into my life, you brought me three incredible gifts: The calm, the inspiration, the bliss, And while the sun rises, I'll explain what each of them means.

You took me to that point on the horizon Where the rainbow starts, and you showed me how each colour is made, But then you chose differently, something which you don’t seem to be very proud of, I chose to be yours, something which I’ll never regret! Cheia, Prahova County, Romania