Will last as long as the tree.
The wings of words will carry me,
back to the place I want to be,
where in my dreams again I’ll see,
the heart carved on the Maple tree.
In that symbol I put my name,
then I added yours, as the same.
Oh the heart has long since faded,
but still there remains there shaded,
The sign of us; yes that old mark,
is somewhere deep within its bark.