This short poem expresses the sentiment that a true warrior fights not out of hatred for his enemy, but out of love for what he is fighting to protect. It also promises that even if life is cut short, in heaven their love will continue as the speaker reaches out with wings to the one whose hand they reached for in life, both in winter and summer.

2. The true warrior fights not
because he hates what is
in front of him, but
because he loves what is
behind him.

3. I’ll reach for your hand
in the cold of winter,
I’ll reach for your hand
in the heat of summer.
But if my short life
can’t reach the dawn of
spring, I promise, in
heaven, I’ll reach you
with my wings.