The cherry tree
knows me well,
my thoughts my dreams,
my kiss and tell.
Experiments of love and youth,
he shielded me,
he was my roof.
We carved our names,
for all to see,
we grew beneath
that cherry tree.
The second world war
called you away,
beneath the cherry tree,
I cried I prayed.
I waited there through
day, through year,
so longing again,
your voice to hear.
You died in battle,
just twenty three,
yet I still wait in dreams,
neath the cherry tree.
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