The Sturdy Oak

I loved to stand beneath the spreading oak, Protected by a canopy of leaves. Its branches strong, as were my lover's arms. I'd yet to learn sometimes a look deceives. We'd spread a picnic cover underneath And have a lover's lunch while sitting there. The massive tree protecting from the sun, With love to keep me from all other care. A strong wind blew, my precious oak came down. I hadn't guessed 'twas hollow at the core. And then my love, I thought I knew so well Proved as unsound and now loves me no more. The strength of both I thought would ever be, My tree, my love, so empty there within. I stand bereft, my helpless heart exposed, Nor tree nor love will gain my trust again.