I never wanted it to be —
never wanted you to see me,
broken apart beneath this tree we
made our first attempt at love.
You were blinding in the sun.
We said it wasn’t just for fun; stunned,
embraced, we became one — none
could ever feel as we felt.
We were perfect from the start,
knew we would never fall apart; hearts
locked, intertwined like works of art — darts
of pain consume me without end.
I remember when you had to go,
when my love bled out in the snow; oh,
knowing your father told me no, so
I let you leave down that dirt road.
We both went our separate ways;
our obligations made us stay. Pain
was so familiar to our brains; stains
inhabit both of our young souls.
Love is lost so easily;
the bonds that bind us often flee.
I wish it would just change,
but fate has a way of ending strangely.
Now ten years have passed me by;
I look up and almost cry. A sigh
is all I managed, I can’t lie —
beside me, you reside,
as we sit under our memory tree,
as fate brought us back, happier and freed.