The rain washed the air. And in the water. Your sweet feel gleamed like fishes. Adored one, I am off to my fighting. I shall scratch the earth to make you a cave. And there your Captain. Will wait for you with flowers in the bed. Think no more, my sweet,. That went on between us. Like a bolt of phosphorous. Leaving us perhaps its burning. Peace arrived too because I return. To my land to fight,. And as I have a whole heart. With the share of blood that you gave me. My hands filled with your naked being,.