The weathered stone

We were walking alone,
You turned to me and asked me
"Do you still love me?"
I bent down and picked up a green oak leaf,
Our love is new, alive and fresh.

I was walking next to you,
I turned to you and asked,
"Do you still love me?"
You bent down and picked up a stone,
My love for you is strong and stable.

I was walking alone,
I looked at myself in a puddle and asked,
"Do I still love her?"
A single brown oak leaf fell into the puddle,
It rested right next to a weathered stone.