I first saw her,
when I was a small child.
Yet, I thought about her,
all through elementary, middle, and high school.
\'What ever happened to her\',
I would day dream.
I then fell down on hard times,
after high school.
Both of my parents had passed.
I had no place to live.
So I spent a year homeless,
before spending nine years in the army.
I have fought in the worst battles.
So while everyone wrote to their families,
I pretended to write,
to the girl that I met when I was five.
As I was in the most forgotten about places,
on the face of this earth.
There were times,
when I thought I saw the girl,
and yet I did not even know,
what she had looked like now.
Once I was out of the army,
again, I was a homeless vet.
\"Lord I recieve you.
Please save me!
Do not let me die just yet\",
I yelled.
I recollect as I was twenty-eight.
I walked into a church for the homeless.
I noticed a woman helping,
a man with one leg to a seat in the front row.
At first I did not think of it to much,
that is, until I saw who it was.
It was that same smile, same eyes, and same hair.
My whole life,
I wondered,
what happened to her,
and the whole time she was there.
After the service,
as everybody was leaving,
and she was straightening all the seats.
I slowly walked toward her,
and asked, \"Do you remember me\".
Before she even looked up,
she paused for three seconds.
She slowly looked up and examined me,
and then let a small tear,
fall from her eye.
Her sweet perfume,
from her beautiful dress,
mixed with the stench,
of my old dirty jacket.
I could not find the words to speak.
\"I... uh... It\'s\", I said,
before she just jumped toward me,
and hugged me for dear life.
\"Praise God!
The Lord has answered my prayers\",
she said,
as she began to cry tears of joy.