The Love Tree

A Poem of Love

I carved our names in the old oak tree

Across from the old mill bridge

A testament of love that grew each day

Standing tall upon that ridge

They cut that oak tree down today

It's limbs were tired and worn

But they couldn't kill the memory I have

The place where love was born

I used to visit that old oak tree

Each night before I'd sleep

I'd run my fingers across it's bark

Where our names were carved so deep

That tree of love would touch the sky

Each morning when the sun would rise

I'd sit each day to pass the time

As the age grew in my eyes

Though now that tree is dead and gone

You will never be alone

For I've written our names side by side

But now it's written in stone

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Wow this is really good. I like this piece a lot. Great write!!

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