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True Love Never Dies

Her Story

In the early morning before splashes of light filters

through into our bedroom,

I can recall every word My Darling said--

after he said, “I do” as a groom.

Way before the alarm clock makes its annoying

sound my mind revisits the time of----sweet

morning love,

“Wake up! My beautiful darling it is time to kiss the

morning light and me---as his enticing lips so sweetly

near----- hovered above.

He kissed Her Neck

He kissed Her Neck

His dark eyes shined with love and passion,

As his eyes smoldered leisurely---as they made

love to my face in his gentle, meticulous fashion.

He kissed my neck with his full masterful lips,

My skin trembled as it registered and recorded

each touch as they trailed down to my silky


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My bones were liquefied by then, my lips waited

and learned,

It was a wondrous journey his lips made, as my

impatient lips yearned.

My dreams were truly answered as his dexterous lips

took mine,

My body left this earth----as it soared up to the stars,

for my eyes to witness another place and another time.

He answered all my requests, yearnings, cravings, and

desires with his proficient lips and hands, for this I forever

--- waited.

Then we made love until the morning sun filtered through

the pines, until we were--- sated.

Alone, I now turn over in our bed---pressing my face deep

into his pillow,as I can still smell his masculine scent,

Our love so supremely ardent because of “Man Made War”

was a love lost---for now it cannot be—it was not meant.

I sleep in one of his shirts every night, while our sweet

twin boys sleep in their bassinets---by my bed,

They do not understand their sweet darling Daddy will

not be home because the war took him away from us----

and he is now dead.

His physical body can no longer be,

With broken hearts and hands that

trembled----we threw his ashes out to sea.

Months later---- in the starry early morning---

before flashes of light announced the day,

I was shocked and pleased to see his grey

silhouette lying next to me, as he smiled in

his special way.

He kissed me and the twins, as he indicated one

day he would return again,

and here I wait as our babies to grow up without

their Daddy.

I listen each night as they say their prayers,

and it always

brings tears to my eyes, because in their sweet

baby voices they say,

“Daddy, come home—we love you.” and

then I wait for---their Amen.


I dedicated this poem to all the women and men who lost the great loves

of their lives by Terrotist in America, or by a war on foreign soil.

Men make war--- and now both brave men and women die because of it.

I honor their most precious gifts which they gave us all---- who fought for

their homeland and families who dwelled inside the--- Great United States of America.

Women and men who gave their hearts and bodies so we may have a Life, Liberty

and the Pursuit of Happiness, and Freedom to enjoy it.

I thank you all for your “Dedication of True Love.”

Sunset at the Beach

Sunset at the Beach

Her Beachfront Home

She watched the sunset from her beachfront home,

feeling alone once again,

Her sons and their wives had just left, she was so

proud of her grown men.

She wished more than ever that he could be here,

Because this is the special time for love ones to

be near.

It has been thirty two years since that damn war took

him from me,

And the pain is still in my heart, and it will always be.

My daughter-in-laws want me to date, ---- get out and

have fun they say,

Don't stay in this house day after day.

My love for him will always be strong, and it is enough

for me,

She only waits until he comes for her one day, and then

she will be free.

No one understood this--so she kept it inside,

In her secret heart----- that is where it will hide.

Now the sun is gone--- she watched the waves

sail upon the beach sand in the dark,

The chill of the night silently crept into her heart.

But when morning light appeared-- she smiled as the sun

flickered through the trees and danced on their bed,

She always looked upon the pillow where he once

laid his beautiful head.

Then she closed her eyes and waited for that special dream,

Of seeing her Darling beside her, kissing and holding her it

is always supreme.

True Love

This content reflects the personal opinions of the author. It is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and should not be substituted for impartial fact or advice in legal, political, or personal matters.

© 2012 Barbara Purvis Hunter


Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on March 26, 2014:


Thanks for your visit and your very kind words.

Bobbi Purvis

manatita44 from london on March 14, 2014:

Quite touching. Wishing you and loved ones much peace. Shalom.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on April 03, 2012:

Hi Mary615,

Thank you for reading my hub, and for your comment.

I wished I had twins, but alas I do not. I do have my Pom Sweetie Angel and KeeKee my cat.

Sweetie Angel is like having triplets--he demands my constant attention.



Mary Hyatt from Florida on April 02, 2012:

Are those your beautiful twins?? This was a sad poem, but I'm sure it's true for a lot of families. Beautiful.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on March 07, 2012:


Thanks for shopping by reading and commenting on my hub.


Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on March 06, 2012:

Very beautiful and sad and yes so true for so many.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on March 06, 2012:

Thank you Eddy,

What a beautiful baby, that would be a good way to start my day with a beautiful baby in my arms. You are very lucky.

Thanks for your comment and stopping by, have a great week.

Your Hub Friend,


Eiddwen from Wales on March 06, 2012:

A truly beautiful hub Bobbi;and also a great way to start off my writing day.

Take Care And Enjoy your day too.


Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on March 04, 2012:


I appreciate your comment and reading my hub. I wanted it to be sad as it is in real life for the ones who lost a love one in war. And I want people to appreciate all the men and women who served their country, and to remember to tell them.

Your Hub Friend,


cleaner3 from Pueblo, Colorado on March 04, 2012:

Bobbi, beautiful expression you sweet picture of womanhood. This is a great hub. It's sad that the children are the ones that get hurt,with out having any kind of say so, but to later learn that the sacrifices are worth the cost of freedom. the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. God Bless America.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on March 04, 2012:


Sometimes, I feel like I am seeing our world as an out of body experience and it is scary.

Thanks for stopping by and commenting---Washington could use some good common sense such as yours.

Your Hub Friend,


Joseph De Cross from New York on March 04, 2012:

Truly a sad ending for those kids. Troops should not have been sent to foreign soils that were supposed to solve their own issues by themselves. If YOU want to rip what you sow...get ready. America needs a freedom of its own away from international politics. Homeland security should do its part at home


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