Through the tree || a poem

WARNING: mentions death

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I am so in love

You make my life whole

You’re what I’m so proud of

In a world of ravens

You are my dove

I can’t think of a life without you

It is undreamt of

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But I can only talk to you through a tree

I know it sounds insane

But I do not mind

I’ll even go to you in the rain

I love you so much

Even if our time lines are 40 years away

But nothing can compare

To what our love contains

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You’re 40 years older

But I’m still searching for you

I wonder why we still haven’t crossed paths

I don’t have a clue

We live in the same town though

Something is askew

we can talk through this tree

But it wont make do

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You’ll never actually see me...

You’re buried under this tree

I can not fathom this

I’m in disbelief.

I have fallen in love

To a dead woman under a tree

I can’t believe this

How can this be

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I’m sorry, but I must leave

I can’t be in love with a corpse

This is not what I shall receive

I have loved you for so long

I was so naive

You were already dead

So why do I grieve?

Over a deceased woman I met

Through a Tree