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.
A lovely poem Tango of love that survives time and is rekindled on meeting again...beautiful 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think women sometimes wonder what-if's, but I didn't realize men had that romantic streak in them too! Good to know! You make me wonder about seasoned love... is it more sturdy than young love.... a whole lot of questions here. I like your poem, I think we all have an old oak tree or two in our back history.