Broken Heart

There is a tree that stands by my window;
I stare at it before I go to bed
I watch the leaves and the gentle wind blow;
As I lay the pillow to my weary head
I engraved our initial on this tree,
They are etched in the middle of a heart;
I scratched in the date so the world could see
The day we vowed we"d never be apart;
When I awoke, you had left me to see
Only a broken heart etched on the tree.

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