That Willow Tree
We stood there so close together
holding onto elusive dreams.
We knew the choice wasn't whether
we loved; rather, to what extremes.
I thought you thought we were meant to be.
You thought I thought love came easily,
but I was there to see you smile
under that willow tree.
I knew we were tempted to stay;
who would have thought we'd been this bold?
The truth was more than we should say;
as some things are best left untold.
I hoped you hoped a kiss might move me.
You hoped I hoped love came patiently,
but I was there to see you cry
under that willow tree.
Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2010
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