You’ve carved me from wood <br />Where you once found I stood, <br />A weepy willow of tears, a weeping <br />Willow for you, weeping close <br />Then, to where you once stood. <br /> <br />You came to a tree, <br />You carved him a heart, <br />We never understood, how <br />the soft spoken magic <br />Would tear us apart, <br />How the magic of life <br />Would come back <br />For its part. <br /> <br />And, in deed, <br />I loved you until my days <br />Of death did approach, <br />In which I would return to the frail, willowed tree <br />From which I once <br />Had stepped free. <br /> <br />And you walked me there, <br />Along to the perch, you told me, <br />“’til death do us part, ” no matter <br />Of church. <br />And I told you how I loved, <br />And you beamed, but you cried. <br />And we wept until the grayed willow <br />Spoke to claim my heart’s light. <br /> <br />And I exclaimed to the tree <br />In one last, grievant plea, <br /> <br />“Can you not see that I love, Oh can you not see? ” <br />And the tree only simply replied; <br />For she was a willow where she wept, and unlike my love, <br />She had not been set free.<br /><br />Michael Timothy Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-you-carved-me-in-wood/
