This poem is about a guy who becomes drunk with love.
He falls asleep under the oak and dreams that he is looking at himself out the window.
The old man, the bird, and the boy under the tree are all him: his future, past, and present.
He realizes that he will become an useless homeless person if he doesn't move on, but he still chooses to keep that little miracle we call love.
there is lots to this poem.. that's why it's so long... and weird in a sense XP

and in case you didn't know...
oak trees don't have roses... that's why it is a miracle that a rose fell from it. haha.

comment on this please.
thank you.

Wow.. this poem, is like s hort story, but it is very effective and well written, i loved the title too. There is so much to this poem, and i thought it was a good idea to sum it up here! great write 5/5..would go higher if i could lol..please rate and comment on my poems, thanks..best wishes Kirsty palmer xx

Nice job..i loved this..very deep and well written 5/5 keep it up!

~Bl0oDyAnGeLeYeZ~

Thank you...
for someone like me to grasp just a little of what love is really about... it's truly a miracle.. ^_^

but i can't let go...