Under the apple tree

A poem about the kind of love between two people that forms a bond that doesn't involve anything beyond being friends.

Sitting under the apple tree

There sits a boy of young

With a girl by his side

They play by a river

Holding hands as innocently

As new cotton sheets in the wind

At only a tender age

They know not of what love they have

They know only what they do know

With bated breath sits cupid

His bow at ready loaded with arrows

As the two grow into eachothers hearts

Nothing shared between their lips except words

No pressure for love

Only the purity of a bond

Born from innocence under the apple tree

They need not know what love may be

They no only what their love is

Both find another with whom to share their lives

Yet to eachother stay true

A friendship of the strongest bond

Fashioned under the apple tree

With a river to was away sins

Not yet commited

They wish not to be in love with eachother

But only to be close

Friends truer than true

No jealousy to be sprung

Under the apple tree              

                                  

Reviews

[deeps]

this is so touching and moving. I really like this.