The old oak Tree



Remember that old oak tree,
where first we kissed,
and I pledged my love to thee.
On its trunk, I carved a heart,
encircleing our entwined names,
we swore that we would never part.

Now quite by chance,
here we are once again,
forty years, a lot of sun,
and a lot of rain.

My stomach is churning,
I have butterflies,
For I see the fire of love,
burns, still within your eyes.

So come, my love to me,
let us kiss, and cuddle, once more,
and imagine, that once again,
we are under that old oak tree.

Tango.





Poetry by Tango
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Written on 2009-11-14 at 07:34

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vladimir todor turmanev
A sweet memory,beautifully brought back.
2010-12-11