Gun shots were roaring unceasingly. War had gripped by the waist the city’s walls. It was stifling in the small one-roomed house in which Adelaide had taken refuge in after praying in the chapel. The fire was blossoming to its full flaming power; yet, nay, its light was not bright enough to overcome the terror and sorrow of the injured soldiers, men, women, even children, lying on mattresses and blankets filling the room. Many were the wounded. Many were the gashes, tears, bullet-wounds to be tended.

I sigh

My heart is aching for you

love is the drug and I'm an addict

I turn in my bed

I can not sleep tonight

thoughts of you fill my head

I cry

I miss you like a blind man misses the sun

this can not go on,  or I shall die

I smile

I will see you today! I will be happy for a time

today I will be satified

I hurt

disappointment has never been so bitter

not seeing you brings such sorrow

I need

you are what I crave