Love Story of an Oak Tree 2

[Kissmet]

I just recently took up the hobby of scrapbloging and though it would be an interesting new way of posting my writings as well.

This poem is actually sort of a sequel of a poem I wrote with the same title. I do recommend that you read the fist poem I wrote

for you to be able to fully understand what this new poem conveys. I hope you guys like it, not just the poem but the way

it has been presented via scrapbooking.

Here is the link to the first poem I wrote: Love Story of an Oak Tree I

And here is the new poem:

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By: Jenny

Edited January 19, 2009 by Kissmet31

[Hissie Sola]

Great job! It's a good sequel, very emotional. I like the scrapblog idea too

[Cloudshill]

Well done Kissmet!....It follows up the original nicely. What an interesting chain of stories. They belong in a scrapbook of memories.

[Kissmet]

Great job! It's a good sequel, very emotional. I like the scrapblog idea too

Thanks Mr. Siggy. I have grown addicted to scrap booking

[Kissmet]

Well done Kissmet!....It follows up the original nicely. What an interesting chain of stories. They belong in a scrapbook of memories.

Thanks Cloudy. Glad you liked it.

[Kissmet]

Just thought I'd post the first poem here, to make things more simple.

> The Love Story of an Oak tree I

Dressed all in black, I walk barefoot up the hill.

I feel the grass tickle my feet.

I breathe in a lung full of flower-scent in the air as a bunny shaped cloud blocked the sun.

I look for the tree where we used to carve our names.

It’s been over a year since I have been here, too scared to come back

feeling that the past will haunt me again.

I see the sturdy oak tree with our swing and

I see our names inside a heart etched so deeply.

This was our tree.

I waited for him to come back and meet me here.

That was 15 months and 3 days ago, which really felt more like

15 lifetimes and 3 eternities.

I waited until the sun has long set, long after the sky has stopped raining.

But never did he come.

I thought his love was stronger than that, but he proved me wrong.

I step closer to our tree, my fingers tracing the lines of our names.

Tracing the words we have promised each other.

Then I came across something unfamiliar.

I read my name, and I read what it said next: “look for the message in a bottle”

Our tree’s trunk served as our treasure chest with love letters and souvenirs.

We used to love to leave each other messages in a bottle.

I reached in and felt a bottle, my hands were shaking.

Inside was a paper scrolled up. My heart was racing and I felt a lump on my throat.

I read what was written:

My Dear Angel,

I’m sorry if I was not able to come for you that day. I had my heart made up;

all my bags were packed to run away and marry you. But on the way to our hill,

our tree, something stopped me. I did not come because I loved you any less,

but because I love you so much. I know it may not make sense but I don’t want

you to waste your life for the short of a life I have left. I know I cannot give you

forever; I can only give you what God has intended for me to stay in this world.

So as hard as it is I could not take your promise of forever knowing it will be spent

mourning over me. As weak as my heart already is, it can’t take that. I hope someday

you will forgive me. I had to break your heart; at least I know it can still be mended.

But if I leave you and this world and your heart dies with me then it would only prove

that I am selfish. I returned to our tree wishing that someday your feet would lead you

back to our place and read this, and as you do I want you to know that I will love you

for what ever life I have left.

Yours Forever,

Joshua

I almost dropped to my knees. I am choking with tears, crying like a baby.

Here I am dressed all in black, coming from Joshua’s funeral,

with a red rose in my hand.

I place the rose on the foot of our tree.

I looked up and a raindrop fell on my cheek. Could that be his tear?

I whispered, hoping my voice would reach the heaven.

“Rest in peace my love; thank you for making me a part of your life.

I will love you for the rest of mine”.

[nativechick1989]

Lovely Kissy, great work Great idea...scrapblogging

[swtp]

Wow this is soooo beautiful and brought tears to my eyes! Great work hun, and i love the new presentation!

[Kissmet]

Lovely Kissy, great work Great idea...scrapblogging

Thanks Chicky, I love scrapblogging.

[Kissmet]

Wow this is soooo beautiful and brought tears to my eyes! Great work hun, and i love the new presentation!

Aww thanks.. sorry it made you cry though. But I'm sorta glad it did, only means that it evokes emotions.