The Black Brunswicker, John Everett Millais (1860)

Scarred Heart

My love there is no need you to explore
The human misery that comes with war
Bodies strewn upon a cold earthen floor
While love ones’ hearts wear an eternal scar

Why the chance that you may soon lose your life
Shall there be such a personal reward
Greater than for us to be man and wife
The thought it possible my heart is charred

Can there be for you a love more than I
Gave to you what can but be given once
With a love meant never to say goodbye
Love for you is of greatest salience

There is but bloody hell beyond this door
Destined am I to see you nevermore