This bayou opened to the bay
Which opened to the sea;
We sat as children in our love
Beneath this lonesome tree
They said we couldn’t know of love
Too young of years were we;
And yet true lovers we were then
If ever lovers be
This spot remains as then it was,
As in my memory;
The smell and taste of love’s first kiss
Beneath
This lonesome
Tree
(“This Lonesome Tree” – 4-21-2015)
Beautiful:)
Thank you. This poem is one of my favorites.
No words. Just goose bumps and moist eyes.
a little sad, but very lovely
Hey!!! check out my first wordpress post – https://feelovibes.wordpress.com/2017/03/03/the-will-to-wait-the-fight-to-last
So sweet and true. Lovely!
Thanks.