Love is in the Air

Gone until the sun rises in the sky

Flying across saving many lives

Often we celebrate Fourth of July

Many of his dear comrades often die

I believe in his strong fighting spirit
Tends to fight more than one hundred percent
Everyday before he kicks the bucket
When far away we’re both very content

But I miss his presence every single day
Especially when it starts to get cold
When he is not here he sends a bouquet
One day no flowers so my world unfolds

Love is forever fleeting as the wind
But our love can never be defined