(26) Under The Oak Tree

Two lovers promised each other
Soon they would be apart from one another
Promised no matter how long they were apart
Promised to meet and keep each others heart

Five years have now passed by
He hopes the promise will never be a lie
He is waiting, always waiting patiently
He waits for her under the oak tree

Each year he returns here every time
Remembering a love in its prime
Maybe this year she will be here
Maybe this year she will be near

An old man sits alone, dreaming of the past
An old man wishing that love could last
A promise was made, he still waits patiently
Every year you can find him under the oak tree




copyright Chris Smith 2006

Reviews

[iamkim]

Oh my gosh! This is definitely going to be in my favorites! I love it! I really do! From the beginning till the end, the strong feeling I have felt never fades. I could read it a million times :) It is so heartfelt, genuine emotions! Oh how love can make us wait for a lifetime...amazing!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A forever love...............

[Ginger]

=( Awwww, this was so sad, I was hoping the man would have a happy ending. I loved it from the beginning to the end.

[Lilly Negoi]

splendid loyalty...and the oak tree is a beautifully chosen symbol for this metaphor!

[Jeremy Wyatt]

A pognant read , Chris, so many waiting in this world,and oak trees hold so much symbolism, good stuff x

[HopelesslyDevoted]

funny how depressing romance can be... beautiful work here!

[Kiri Nells]

This is so sad yet so hopeful. I almost cried. Genuinely great write!

[Also known as Clare.]

awww:( that almost made me cry:(

[Tommy]

It seems that forever can be a long time, and love sometimes won't wait! Sad reality, when we can't let go of love that wasn't meant to be.

Nice Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Derek S.Keck]

Always waiting for that moment of heaven from times long passed, this poem has such a sad, yet beautiful theme, waiting for that lost love we never really forget. It's so easy to get caught in those memories of reminiscence, because they do carry such a transcendental beauty of first true love, it's like the closest we can get to heaven on earth. Unfortunately time never stops, and our bodies grow old with the winds of change, while our greater hearts remain somewhere else.

[Judy Ponceby]

What a lovely heartbreaking write. You penned this so well Chris.