Underneath the old oak’s shade,
A timeless spot where dreams are laid.
A whispering breeze, a gentle sigh,
Where lovers met as time passed by.
No name engraved upon its bark,
Yet memories linger, lighting the dark.
With every rustle, each soft, sweet sound,
The echoes of hearts intertwined abound.
In the dappled light, their secrets shared,
Promises made, a bond declared.
Seasons change, but still they stay,
In the heart of the oak, love finds its way.
M.A.D. Works 