Buried Love But Not To Me Poem by James McLain

Now you have come,
to bury love, the love
you felt for me.

Beneath the open skies,
tree's, green bushes full
of leaves,
that none have seen but I.

Beside a forest dark and deep,
few see where I have dreamed.

And what was love, not long ago,
lays buried beneath your feet.

For I shall know that where I go,
my heart was filled with joy.

Buried here where none shall know.
Buried love but not to me.