Without Her Love
Once his heart sang of the joys of the earth,
A knotted, towering oak, reaching above,
She has long since faded from sight.
My tree, he would sing of triumphs. and of his love,
The wonder of creation once alive in her world.
They say that a tree exists in unknown solitude,
Hears the sound of birds of prey billowing echos cry,
Within her hollows and on her bark is sweet.
His song is beautiful, unchallenged to her,
A portrayal of the world, bewitching and entrancing.
They say that his song is so beguiling
That one falls victim to it’s tales of warmth and intimacy,
Of sighs in the morning light, the reflection of,
The setting sun in his lover’s eye.
But when he is left alone too long,
His spirit no longer sings, she does not hear it,
Barely living, forgetting and forgotten,
Fading in his solitude, without her…
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