My love My love

From carved heart to broken heart

Encased in oak

my love..
my love.

In tree trunk and casket lined..

my love..
my love.


From carved heart
to heart torn out
as our tree became thy tomb,

my love..
my love.

Six feet down
our roots run deep,

my love..
my love.

is there room enough for two?
As I have no need
to breathe..

without

my love..
my love.

Author's Note

Sometimes we cannot see the tears for the wood

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Very sorrowful. It makes me feel as if you have lost someone yet in your note it says "we cannot see the tears for wood" Which I am not sure I quite understand. So I would be grateful if you enlightened me on that. Otherwise It was a very good poem.

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simply written ..but extemely effective..the visuals jump out at you..well penned.

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*sighs dreamily* here i am not having clue what the heck love is and then you make it sound so mystical *sighs dreamily* wicked!

[Daytonight]

Oh you know how these poignant poems tug at my heart strings so! You have me in tears over this one!

[paparapapa]

I love it! Simple but really, really sweet. And it tugged my heart. Just beautiful. Great write!

[VelvetRosetta]

Sadly sweet... touching; within these words you hold the true meaning of love. Beautiful

[Seshat Nidaba]

Death and love, how when they are married, we must feel! Well penned.

[Lily Mae]

This describes perfectly that hopeless feeling when the one you love dies and your left behind...trying desperately to breathe but with no want or need for it...xx excellent write..x