Your Favorite Tree
Caught beneath your favorite tree,
I sit and wait for you
to return to me.
I dream of you,
and wish to be
Everything that you
want me to be.
So as the seasons change,
and the earth grows cold,
I still wait beneath
your favorite tree.
I sit in silence,
I slumber in fits.
I await your return
wondering if I am missed.
I am laying just as you left me
underneath that old willow tree,
and I hope that your heart soon
pushes for your return,
for your favorite tree is quite
the lonely place for me.
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