From the Bottom of My Heart...
From the bottom of my heart...
What yields to give you to me...
Are you aware that I wait under the tree...
Our names have been cut...So long ago...
Our ways have changed...
But my heart...the beat strong...
I wait still this day...even this long...
Just as I dreamed of the days our hands joined...
And we walked to this spot...this tree...
For no longer young...it has grown...
But names have stayed...ours and others...
I wonder if you have another...
For ours are surrounded by strangers to me...
Do they think the same...none has been cut...
All have remained...All starting with...
From the bottom of my heart...
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