7ony (7ony) wrote,


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.

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