tarbaby's blog: "some poetry I wrote"

Tears fell like raindrops 
The night they had to part 
Two sets of eyes told the story well 
Of both their broken hearts 

Her soft brown eyes 
They pleaded, for him to understand 
He begged her to come away with him 
Tho she was promised to another man 

He knew full well she could not go 
For come the morning he was off to fight 
He could not deny his duty vow 
She couldn't betray tradition, even tho it was not right 

Both their eyes, cried that night 
Well into the day 
As he left her there where they had met 
On the beaches of Tokyo Bay 

He carried her picture with him 
He carried it near his chest 
Looking at her image got him through 
The bullets, bombs, and the death 

She never married... 
She defied traditions grace 
For she loved only him 
She carried a picture of his handsome face 

As night would fall, the moon would find 
Both holding their pictures close to their hearts 
In both their eyes welled with tears 
The crying eyes would start 

She found the news that he had fell 
In a place called IwoJima hill 
She took her life in Hiroshima 
Just before the bomb had killed 

The war had killed them both 
Each in its own way, they shared the pain 
Now the angels cry for them 
In Japan,  everytime it rains