Gary Hembree - Oak tree.

I sit next to the old oak tree.
Upon its bark does words cut so deep.
Two names as one they sing.
Of love of hope to never stray.
Upon the ground there sits a stone.
With words does it read.

'Though I maybe gone, my love for you still breathes.
If I had not strayed, our love could not be.
Stand up, wipe your tears.
So when our spirits meet, I can greet you once again with loves true kiss.

Gary Hembree

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