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                          -HEARTBREAK RIDGE-                             
                                                                         
                 To Korean land, 'tho time does flow,                    
                  Our best of men were forced to go;                     
                 "Heartbreak Ridge" was a placed they                    
             Tried to bravely capture; instead they died.                
                                                                         
               Now, broken, battered, hurt and burned,                   
               From my own "Heartbreak Ridge" I learned                  
                 Explosive love can change and churn                     
                 To where the roots of suicide burn.                     
                                                                         
              For, unlike those soldiers, I did not know                 
              It's up "Heartbreak Ridge" I'll try to go;                 
                Instead I found a great climb of joy,                    
              With true love and passion, and not a toy.                 
                                                                         
                Without any shame, I'll here now admit                   
              Those hours of crying, with a sobbing fit;                 
                Yet, I hate him not, and I never will,                   
             For I candidly admit that I love him still.                 
                                                                         
             So often I've heard women cry and complain:                 
              "Men are no good; they're macho and vain;                  
             They love to play games with a female heart,                
           They want one thing from the very first start."               
                                                                         
            O, God, how I wish that I could feel that way,               
               But the joy he gave me will forever stay                  
                Sealed deep within this broken heart;                    
             For God has declared some lovers must part.                 
                                                                         
               Like Emily Dickenson I could now become                   
                A broken spinster, and my life the sum                   
                Of a thousand poems I've yet to write,                   
            Until death delivers that awaited sweet night.               
                                                                         
           'Tho I could stay forever on "Heartbreak Ridge,"              
          I'll try and look beyond for that unmapped bridge              
              That will free me from this painful fate,                  
          Where I might find another, 'tho the hour is late.             
                                                                         
                   Copyright (c) 1985 - Sandra Vans                      
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