The Love Tree
I carved our names in the old oak tree
Across from the old mill bridge
A testament of love that grew each day
Standing tall upon that ridge
They cut that oak tree down today
It's limbs were tired and worn
But they couldn't kill the memory I have
The place where love was born
I used to visit that old oak tree
Each night before I'd sleep
I'd run my fingers across it's bark
Where our names were carved so deep
That tree of love would touch the sky
Each morning when the sun would rise
I'd sit each day to pass the time
As the age grew in my eyes
Though now that tree is dead and gone
You will never be alone
For I've written our names side by side
But now it's written in stone
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