This is a poem that was written for me by Officer Stefan Duncan.
Although I have lost touch with him, his poem will always remain.

So precious is this sweet life
Where heartbeats are numbered.
At times, laboured with strife,
Oh how I often wondered,
Would I find the lass who haunts my dreams;
Who passed my heart through and through.
Tonight when ye spirit did gleam,
I knew my life dream, darling, was you.
And I hear the cry of Wallace,
And the sound of freedom the grey hawk makes.
Oh lass, how the pipes rouse me blood.
I can feel the Highlands quake.
When at last I have found you,
The glorious love of me life,
Oh lass, how I have loved you,
And dreamed ye be me wife.
And one day our feet will be bare,
Feeling the Scottish soil upon our flesh.
Oh lass, the joy we will feel there.
In this, our meeting, oh how I've been blessed.

S.D.
'Highlander_1745'

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