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O Calliope, Love of Mine
Whose mere Voice makes me Smile
Even the Fates could not cut our Twine
For you I would Travel on a ship across the sea and the Nile
You are the Tangent to my Sine
Without you I'm like a Phone without a Dial
Our love indescribable except when Sung
To explain completely one would need A whole new tongue

To Use an Object would be Insufficient
But nevertheless Our love is comparable
To that machine which is efficient
At removing what is Unbearable
I am an X and you my coefficient
Like our Love, not easily Available,
This Machine of War
Always requires more.

Our Love is like that which throws Flame
Starts Off With burning Passion
But ends in Shame
To stand near our love would leave one Ashen
But as I take Aim
And Finish My last C Ration
I will always Think of You
As I smell the Burning Sinew

In my heart you will always belong
But it gives me Great Despair
To see our love apart by Furlongs
My flamethrower in Disrepair
I will continue to battle the Vietcong
But like The great Moliere
Said "We die only once, and for such a long time"
I promise you'll always be Mine.

I sit here and Ponder Our fates
As my Weapon Runs out of Fuel
I remember all our dates
And remember the Rules
"No telling people we're mates,
Not even at school"
I Love you more than you know
BANG!!! There Goes my Toe

Like My trusty Flame Throwing Arm
You we're always in need of attention
I fell for your charm
When With you, my soul in Suspension.
A Simple touch could make me Disarm
And leave me without apprehension
I will always keep you Content
My Flamethrower's Lament

I traded my last Supply of Gas
For this paper and pen
As the enemy approaches I remember, Our love will Surpass
The lives of all men
As I peer Through the Looking Glass
I think of you Again and Again
Always remember My Love for you will never be Lower
than the Love for my poor Neglected Flamethrower.