

I look out the window
I see just down the hill,
I use to meet you there,
It was always a thrill.

The trees standing,
Bear our names written,
We used your knife,
By love we were smitten.

It has been many years since,
We as kids carefully made,
Names in small saplings,
Carefully displayed.

I miss you my darling,
The years don't decrease,
The pain and loneliness,
I pray for sweet peace.

Day comes and night falls,
My heart is aching for you,
It is so lonely living each day,
Without my love true.
©Gayle Davis
01 April 2012
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