To mark the spot where we first met,
We carved our names into a tree–
And even though our love did fade,
That mark lives on eternally.

And every day when I walk by,
That tree by me is surely seen–
My eyes are drawn unto that mark,
Reminding me what might have been.

Though years have passed and time goes on,
And much I’ve learned of love and art–
I can’t re-find that innocence,
That pure passion that filled my heart.

But as that tree does age and grow,
Our names will rise as they live on–
A monument to first true love,
When both of us are dead and gone

–by A. A. Rubin

This poem first appeared in Nassau County Voices In Verse, 2020.

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