Bent & broken as my Heart

I sit alone in a wide open field,
Thinking of what I must do.
For so many years I have given my all,
To my only sweetheart dear you.

Sadness have filled my eyes with tears,
Separated we had no choice but to part.
 I sit all alone in a wide open field,
By this tree, bent & broken as my heart.

Age is showing all the signs;
It’s toren us after years far apart.
Again I sit here & look at this tree,
With age bent & broken as my heart.

 This tree we once sat under,
As we gazed at the stars above,
Now I look at the  home you have chosen,
As I sit here without you my love.

 It became our special meeting place,
When our folks denied us our love.
We would meet under the tree in secretcy,
 We would gaze at the Heavens above.

I look at the branches above me,
I remember the strength they once had,
When you & I were young lovers,
We never thought we could ever be sad.

Today the branches are withered & torn;
They are broken and bent to the ground.
No more will they  brighten with  life,
For its age too has come around.