The Man Underneath The Ash Tree

a poem about an untold love.

I had once fallen in love
With the man underneath the ash tree.
Gentle he was, like a dove
His was of a spirit, strong and free.

His soft smile was melting warm,
‘tis something that brings light to my world.
His gentle eyes were strong charms
My knees weakened, I was bewildered.

I had once fallen in love
With the man underneath the ash tree.
Everything I could think of
Was him and all we could ever be.

Kindness surrounded his face,
It lifted everything around him.
Ever warm was his embrace
His soul and spirit was never dim.

I had once fallen in love
With the man underneath the ash tree.
Tenderness was his, where of
The sweet serene of oceans and seas.

A small, feeble man was he,
A chair on wheels gave his only stand.
But he was all he could be
For his hopes were of the countless sand

Time had fallen and was shoved
And the secret, he will never see,
That I had fallen in love
With the man underneath the ash tree.