From a life far apart,
Through the crust of my heart.
Tried and true,
My feelings broke through.
My palms tremble at your very essence,
My heart finds a hip-hop tempo in your presence.
This soldier with a heart of stone,
Cannot stand from you to be alone.
From the bad boy mentality,
My prior life is a fatality.
Dead to the old man,
Now I pray for your very hand.
Fueled by a strength from above,
I pray for us to grow deeper in love.
PFC MILLER
AUG. 9th 2003
MY PAIN
You are the perfect essence of the rose,
I can view your beauty,
Smell your sweetness,
But to grasp your thorns
Is to much to bear.
PFC MILLER
Dec. 14th, 2002
The cross a symbol of death,
The cross a symbol of freedom,
The cross is the basis of Christianity,
At the cross I count the cost,
At the cross I gain all I have lost,
The cross is love,
The cross brought the blood,
At the cross.
Jonathan Miller
From the strength I see,
Most men would flee.
Uncanny courage under fire,
For that I strive to be your desire.
A woman full of faith you are,
Your father removed you from the bar.
With His son�s blood,
Your heart he did flood.
The enemy your prayer thrashes,
Because dynamite comes in small packages,
Little women with heart so grand,
I want to follow your footprints in the sand.
With my heart reborn,
My love to you I have sworn.
PFC MILLER
AUG. 9th 2003
To a target deep embedded,
Our forward observers are headed.
Over the radio I get their position,
For years I train for this condition.
Their position I plot on my chart,
Withdrawing information to strike their heart.
With data sent to the gun,
My part is done.
As the cannons rumble,
The targets morale takes a tumble.
With rounds in route,
Great fear does sprout.
I hear sounds of a great impact,
Not one thing is left intact.
As the dust settles,
I earn my medals.
PFC MILLER
Aug. 12th, 2003
With a ring of the phone,
I can tell you are ecstatic by your tone.
Trouble speaking from the lump in my throat,
But I can tell I have won your vote.
As we drive across many miles,
I study your many beautiful smiles.
Upon the arrival of our destination,
You try to peak to confirm your suspicion.
As we walk to the oceans edge,
I feel as I have fallen from a ledge.
I no longer want to follow your footprints in the sand,
I pray our footprints to show us walking hand in hand.
PFC MILLER
AUG. 18th, 2003
