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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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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May 3, 2020 at 9:25 PM
Good Enjoying Images Bravo
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