Sense Sonnet - Acher

 She Holds Me

We first met when I tripped and fell.

Strong but gently, her arms reached out,

Then helped me up, and I could tell,

We would be true lovers no doubt.

And yes we be happily so.

She's been my best of good luck charms.

Times I'm joyful or sad, I know

I'm where I belong, in her arms.

Day came, her duty called, and she

Went off to serve her country, then

Duty over, she's back with me,

Happily together again.

My lover lost her arms in war,

And holds me in her heart the more.