I sit next to the old oak tree. <br />Upon its bark does words cut so deep. <br />Two names as one they sing. <br />Of love of hope to never stray. <br />Upon the ground there sits a stone. <br />With words does it read. <br /> <br />'Though I maybe gone, my love for you still breathes. <br />If I had not strayed, our love could not be. <br />Stand up, wipe your tears. <br />So when our spirits meet, I can greet you once again with loves true kiss.<br /><br />Gary Hembree<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oak-tree-16/
