Oh, Oaken Sentinel,  you alone know the secret of the heart

carved so deep within your craggy flesh.

As the blade cut into you,

did you feel the heartache for a love that would not be?

Was the pain assuaged by the passion you felt from his unrequited love?

Or were those cuts sculpted slowly with lovers’ hands held one upon the other

guiding the perfection of their loving signature?

We will never know the secret you hold so close to your heart

yet, it will live on for centuries, growing in mystery, growing in love.

Will other lovers choose you to guard their tales of romance or heartbreak?

Oh, Steadfast Oak, you above all others can be trusted to never waiver in this sacred calling.