There is a tree,
by the river,
old and bitter broken.
To all it is forgotten and alone.
I know it’s there, away in miles,
eternal it is resting.
For she and I once found it young and strong.
Shaded in it’s cover
she gently took my hand,
afraid that we were lost without direction.
Her touch to mine arrested.
My heart beat swelled and paused.
Her worried eyes awash in wistful beauty.
Never more I yearned a kiss.
Never more I loved.
Though knew my place to serve her reassurance.
I whispered words to speak "you're safe."
Although a long way wandered,
that wilderness familiar as my home.
With sun, my brilliant compass.
All foliage speaking sign.
Hand in hand returning to the path.
But as she knew her safety,
as home returned to sight,
I felt her touch withdrawn and fall away.
I slept that night in dreaming.
I lived from then in want.
We never spoke a whisper of affection.
Changes came with sands of time.
The seasons blended years.
She turned a left as I was turning right.
Conversations lost her name,
no hint of destination.
There is a secret long though I have kept.
Returning to that shaded tree where once she took my hand,
I carved a declaration through it’s skin.
Alone with thought dipped memory
I return before that tree.
I read those words, though with me they have aged.
I lay there in reflection.
I feel her hand touch mine.
I see her eyes, I feel my heart beat pause.
Still true through years of longing,
those words became my curse.
For I carved it deep, “I love her evermore”
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- Prewrite Heaven by Heavenly Angel.
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so many claim to be 'poets' simply because they
are able to sling a few words together and meet a contest deadline...
You, Sir, are a heart-born poet...a true poet, and it is an honor to
read your work.
Love, Lane
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Lane this is possibly the most touching and humbling comment.... or review
I have ever recieved. I can't help but feel a little..... maybe speechless,..... yes that is a more appropriate word than 'shy'.
What makes it all the more special to me is that THIS particular poem inspired you to share such a sentiment. This poem was born from a place in heart and mind that is forever sacred to me... I love that you read it and found something real of it's author.
All I am armed with is........ Thank you. It is an 'honour (that's how we spell it down here)
to share my poems with you.
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Just great!
Bittersweet is exactly what this poem is.
"Conversations lost her name," is such a great line. I wish I had thought of that one, now I can't use it because it's yours. This is a classic romantic write of lost love (my favourite subject of all). So gentle in showing her the way, then so sad that once she felt safe in knowing where she was, she released his hand. Oooooohhhhh...too good. It was a lovely stroll in the woods reading this today...alby 
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I felt myself sighing at the ending.. truly bittersweet and haunting
Love,
Stacy
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Loved the imagery, such an eloquent write. Such beauty, filled with touching words.
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So very beautifully bittersweet
Awwww
This is a lovely piece; very touching
Thank you for sharing and for being part of this contest! -
great write. secriptive interesting imagery and a fine use of words. i enjoyed this. really. emmy
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so sad and yet so beautiful
"The sun my brilliant compass
All foliage known by name
Hand in hand returning to the path'
great wording great everything
i thought this poem was very deep with the emotional dissconnection that often happen between two people
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You punctuated this poem perfectly. I loved some of the verses in this, as they were bold but sensitive:
Changes came with sands of time
The seasons blended years
She turned a left as I was turning right
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