Monday, February 13, 2012


I could walk two moons and swim three rivers,
And still, the love I feel for you never fails,
It never quivers.
No matter the gale,
Thou shall not shiver.

I come with my heart on my sleeve.
You try to rake it off as I pass, I let you.
Your skinny wooden claws,
disregard my flaws.
So naturally still, I'm humbled to have met you.

Comfy while I tend to succumb,
To your silent whispers,
As you tend to my wounds.
Knowing that forever and some,
You'll answer my whimpers,
with an open heart and a forgiving temper.

Buried under your damp leaves will be my eternal tomb.
Your boughs my haven.
Your soul, my womb.

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