She was sitting there underneath the old weathered oak.
Seeing her glimmer as I chocked,
I walk towards her as her shining eyes meet mine,
I had her heart kept close like the pocket watch time.
From underneath the Oak, shade was our friend,
talking to her makes my sadness float down the bend.
At once I realized how much this feeling,
grown into some kind of sonnet sinking.
At the end of our time(together) we made our way home.
Her hand felt as soft as before and we started our roam.
Glancing back at the Old Oak, silent yet not lonely,
I realized this could be my fate fondly.