Love Eternal

Somewhere in the country
Down a long winding road
They had decided
To build their love a home

A home with noises
Of children inside
A place of their own
That they built with pride

A white picket fence
Surrounded the yard
Some of the boards weren't even
But they tried so hard

They built on a porch
With a lovely little swing
And in the Summer
Oh the joys it would bring

Growing tall in the back
Was a Sycamore tree
With an inscription
Carved in carefully

This place would be theirs
Even as they grow old
Just a home of happiness
Where love started to grow

She wrote him a letter
It was her time to go
Saying meet me under the Sycamore
Dear Heart I love you so

~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-16-04

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