below the tree where we first met
it fills me with sorrow to know in my heart
that you will never come.
the year has passed with tears of terror
and now the calm is near
but without you here by my side
my limbs will bear no fruits.
my roots begin to grow so firm
now not even the wind can move
me from the spot where i wait
with sunshine as my heart.
a poem written for me from my musician.
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