Buried Love

I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow,
But oh, I shall weep at night
When none will know.

by Sara Teasdale

Comments (1)

An excellent writting expressing no matter how we try to bury Love, it will submurge into our souls sooner or later, can one ever BURY LOVE? ? ? ? Bonnie