A LETTER DEDICATED TO TROOPER

Your kisses are cold like a ghastly death, and my love for you burns like fire.

A phantom in the mist and your fading whisper of "My love" haunts me still.

Your face is etched on my mind and I can feel you near.

I wonder what lies behind that mask of yours, if only I could see under that pride.

Your beauty is beyond words, so divine it can not be described, but your heart is filled with a dark secret.

Your eyes hold my soul, your smile makes me forget the past, and your kiss can bring back life to a dead man.

But your hand wields a shovel, burying past mistakes, while digging a grave for my heart.

All the fears I hold so dear you turn to whisper in my ear.

Your shadow resembles more of the devil than the man I remember.

A bright soldier you are, yet you stand as a silent reaper.

Take my money and my hand, steady me on your boat of lies, and guide me down this river of deceit.