Old half-dead elm with limbs askew,
Survivor of an ancient crew,
Now reigns over a field of grass,
Stoic witness of time to pass.
Scarred deep within the old tree bark,
A heart and names cut on a lark,
By young lovers who lingered there,
To testify their love and care.
The gnarled runes carved for all to see,
Out-lived the love twixt you and me.
An old promise of love not kept,
A sad truth we must now accept.
Come on a walk with me, my dear,
We'll reminisce that yesteryear.
And there again where we once stood,
We'll trace the letters in the wood.
