Poetic Vandal

Divided devotion, like once parted ocean A labyrinth of mere blinded emotion Beating but bloated, ready to burst Urgent ache to be free from this curse Carve out our names, bound by a heart Together forever engraved on bark Destined desires, fulfillment somehow Fortuitous craving must be filled now Pronounce what I’m feeling on this old tree Love oozes from ballpoint, but too far from me My heartfelt gift can’t wait till later When in death the oak transforms into paper