One winters night so cold and black
When wandering down the beaten track.
Trying to catch up with her past
She found she was going nowhere fast.
She happened upon a broken heart
In hundreds of pieces, torn apart.
She collected the pieces she could find,
But didn't know there was one she'd left behind.
She continued home with them in her pocket,
Found a box with a key so she could lock it.
She buried the box as deep as could be,
And it grew into a weeping willow tree.
However hard she tried to stem his tears
She couldn't wipe away the willow's tears,
And finding herself at the end of her tether
Returned to the place she'd found her treasure.
She found a rose bush growing there,
And picked a rose with utmost care.
She gave him this gift upon the morrow,
He took the rose and rose above his sorrow.
When wandering down the beaten track.
Trying to catch up with her past
She found she was going nowhere fast.
She happened upon a broken heart
In hundreds of pieces, torn apart.
She collected the pieces she could find,
But didn't know there was one she'd left behind.
She continued home with them in her pocket,
Found a box with a key so she could lock it.
She buried the box as deep as could be,
And it grew into a weeping willow tree.
However hard she tried to stem his tears
She couldn't wipe away the willow's tears,
And finding herself at the end of her tether
Returned to the place she'd found her treasure.
She found a rose bush growing there,
And picked a rose with utmost care.
She gave him this gift upon the morrow,
He took the rose and rose above his sorrow.
Possibly the greatest use of poetry in advertising (at least to me, maladjusted romantic that I am)...courtesy of Joseph, circa 1988-ish...and the fitting companion to a sweater of the same date.
Argyle sweater - Joseph, leather skirt - Zara, rubber riding boots, trench - H&M
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