You promised kisses
beneath the old oak
You said you would give
youself to me then
Under the summer's
eager stary eyes
But they came
and cut the oak down
But not before
you left town
Now all I have
is the promise
Of firewood for those
cold lonely nights
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
You promised kisses
beneath the old oak
You said you would give
youself to me then
Under the summer's
eager stary eyes
But they came
and cut the oak down
But not before
you left town
Now all I have
is the promise
Of firewood for those
cold lonely nights
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