Just got back from fighting a war
There was no meaning for it
When we came back i was too sore
I didn't think that i couldn't write this, i wasn't fit
But i couldn't sleep until i did
So i wrote and at the end of it i put this
P.S. I Love You

I'm in the hospitial
I've been shot
For i am fine
No worries i'm not going to rot
The doctor told me to rest
Told me to go to sleep
I tryed but i couldn't
Not with out writing this
So i wrote it and at the end i put this
P.S. I Love You

I've been released but now i'm lost in the woods
Trees all around me
Darkness falls thick in front of me
It a light eater
And a good one in deed
I wasn't scared
Because i wrote this and at the end i put this
P.S. I Love You

My head is in the ground
My life is done
But feel scared
Until i thought out loud
I love you
So after i died i wrote this and at the end i put this
P.S. I Love You

Ardimus Caldwell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-end-o-f-my-letter/