The tree of love

I am the tree of love

My flowing tears

Have carved crevices in the brown bark of my soul

Where you still grow

Like moss, softening my rugged heart.

 

I have asked orange clouds

To be ever-present

And never allow

Your kiss-deserving beauty to get burned.

 

I have asked the earth

To let your roots grow with mine

To conquer our blue season -

Absorbing passionate depths, together,

But it did not reply.

I think it is scouting for a new piece of land

Where we can flourish together.

 

If a bird whispers in my ear

That this could be true

Would you elope with me,

To that place where the sky is green,

And life could be you, and me?

Reviews

[Mr.Writer]

Very beautiful! I loved it! Very descriptive and well written!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you very much...:)

[Mr.Writer]

No problem