Young Love - Old Oak Comments

My poet knight, your poem makes me look back of my young love with a smile. Like your Collette, I never have never forgotten him but life has to go on, and i now have my own family as he has his own. Great piece my poet knight. Your poems always touch the heart of your readers. This is a real great gift. Thanks for sharing it with us.

'But the memories of her remain locked in my heart. Her scent - her touch - her softness - her voice Her hair - her eyes - her lips - her special kissing' Rachel Ann Butler

Your way in writing this is so lovely. This poem is a well penned love poem. I love the V telling 'bout the memory of the oak tree in 1948, a very long flashback, so nice. I score this ten.

This is simply LOVELY, I love the picture that it inspires of young love in a different time, I sometimes wish that life was more like those times now, where everybody knew everyone and the children could roam safely :) such a beautiful time :) ...beautiful young love grown into a glorious oak...simply beautiful John...10

What a cool story you've memorialized (again) with a poem. The things of youth are always so much larger, mysterious and haunting, somehow. Thanks for the sweet descriptions abounding in here..(smile)