I stood under an oak tree,
waiting for you,my love,
Watch a breeze blow ,
my heart become slow.
I guess it's true
that i long for you, too.
I remember seeing you
for the first time,
our eyes met,
made it seem like a crime.
I remember we had many a spree under this very tree,
this branched oak tree.For the hundredth time,
I look over the branches pile, searching again,
for your glorious smile.
I smell again the clear air,
Trying to get a whiff
of our alluring hair.
I think of it as a prize,
our stunting eyes.
branches creak,
as a tear rolls down my cheek.
I feel the rose I brought for you,
Spike pierce's my finger,
a drop of blood.
And my tears flood.
And i know you made me try,
As i look to the heavens and cry.