Any thoughts I'd had of playing the field disappeared
I lived only to be with him
We never missed a night dancing
We would spend hours in each other's arms
Gently moving in time with the music
Or sometimes moving in time with our hearts
Listening to music no one else could hear
We learned all there was to know of each other
He was in the Army Air Corps, a pilot
This was his first time away from home, too
Of course, his family was proud of him
While mine still berated me
We fell deeper and deeper in love with each passing day
And we were both filled with wonder
That such a magical thing should happen to us
When he would leave on a mission
I would hold my breath until his return
But return, he always did

Terri Lyn Stanfield
12/13/2000
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