When victory is won I shall fly to you.

Other young men have other loves; I have only you, sweet mother.

There is always the cry in my heart for the kiss I missed when I left you.

If I could hold your hand to-night, if I could hear your voice, if I could lay my head on your breast, I would say that the Holy One had given me the best blessings He had in heaven.

Send to me a letter, madre--a letter full of love and kisses.