Beneath the Oak

There we were beneath the English oak With heads bowed, we sat and spoke Of all that we have borne, in the heart Just as we did as kids from the start There was the usual pollen in her eyes That freeze me deep like the winter ice Nature wrote a note we couldn’t alter Though fate has brought us from afar We dared not hold hands, so feel nothing The same hand I’ve felt since I was a teen Love still had a place, deep in our hearts Yet we must speak now and then depart Never more to look back even tomorrow Lest our goodbyes today will be with sorrow