They met, never lovers to be,
their hearts inscribed on old oak trees
each year refreshed by rustling leaves
releasing song of their deep need.
Their hearts inscribed on old oak trees
with years of rings that signs the time
in words once wrote with one-time rhyme
a tribute now to love in breeze.
Each year refreshed by rustling leaves
in memory of two white doves
the oaks bring symphony of love
taken from them as if by thieves.
Releasing song of their deep need
the oaks felt tears in anguish cried
as love on bark was gently scribed
by lovers never meant to be.
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I love the form and the sad song within it. Unfortunately, I know all about a love that was never meant to be. Your song echoes through my memory still.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Ah, drama and sweet and tender romance
rustling through the leaves, but the images
remaining, inscribed in the bark, those
the memories that shall vever leave the heart.
Quite a wondrous piece, Frans.
M-C
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Sweet Memories
What a heartfelt poem you have penned. I can feel the longing of young lovers in a time when love was theirs and the sad future to them still unknown, that their love is not to be. Loving someone you can not be with is so very hard. Your poem has touched a chord in my heart this morning. Thank you for sharing. Take care.
Blessings, Sandy
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Ah Frans ...
the melancholy and yearning ... of unrequited love. How beautiful this mourning song sung by the oaks, timeless in their ever-returning spring of green, and in that sense the dream continues year after year after year ... Reaching for Eternity.
Yes.
It makes perfect sense.
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