I Fight... Poem by Angelo Pisa

I fight for freedom,
I die for my country.
I am trained to kill,
My hands are a weapon,
My gun is an extension of my arm.
I go on day by day, your picture by my heart,
You are the only thing that keeps me alive,
And the only thing that wakes me up in the morning.
I know what I must do,
I must fight to see your face again,
And to feel your touch and kiss your lips and hold you in my arms.
You inspire me to fight on yet you take my breath away,
I gasp for air, trying to bring life back into my lungs.
Killing is what I am trained to do but loving you is something I was born to do.
2/25/11