loves essence.

A scented paper landed bound around my feet,
The wind its soft delicate deliver,
On it writing,

"oh my love where are thee, I've awaiting each day, by the old Oak tree, spring, summer , autumn leaves fall, and longingly my heart awaits your call, forever yours Leona"

As i folded up the paper and held it in my hand,
Imprisoned inside the essence of sent,
stood up from the park bench,
I walked along searching for the old Oak tree,
looking to find the key,
Fare off in the distance,
the highest Oak stood bare,
The very fragrance,
the essence,
Filled the air,
I scuffed around upon the ground,
And to my delight could see,
A piece of paper,
it's sent in memory,
And upon it,
It did write,

" my love I've sat here longing for you, fondly each day ,and by night, I've waited ever so patiently, to grasp you in minds sight, i fear our souls are further apart, and deaths denying my broken heart to mend, and this could be the saddest hello and goodbye my friend, so with this sent i will mask my love, for me this is the end, I'll cherish the very memories until we meet again, forever yours, Johnathan "

I wiped my tears i couldn't bare,
That she sat here and he sat their,
A love to no compare,
Had left a heart felt token,
And a lover's heart lye's broken,
without his loves repair.