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.
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