Falling in Cherry Blossom Love
VERSE 1:
Arriving at my new home, banished far from friends and family
For a job, not my dream, not even ideal.
A foreboding washing over me as I saw the naked strangled tree
With its haunted appearance of branches stretching out in to the night
The angry grey clouds enhanced the feeling, maybe it’s a sign. This is a mistake.
I moved in, determined to cut that ghastly tree and uproot it.
As I rushed past all rugged up, mug in hand late for my first day of work it mocked me.
Returning home from work frustrated, alone and long after the sun had set.
The tree shone as moonbeams danced over its branches the mist a silvery ribbon wrapped around her.
I saw this tree for what is was my angel, peaceful and serene.
CHORUS:
Oh it’s whimsical, exotic, I’m flying
Can it be love?
Is love blooming, ripening from a tiny seed?
Never will a swing hang from her delicate branches.
I wouldn’t allow a hammock either.
I’d surely chain myself to this tree, my cherry blossom.
For Valentine’s Day I will cover her in flowers
She will be my Christmas tree.
I’ll share champagne and strawberries with her
I wonder how she looks by candlelight.
I will spend the night wrapped around her trunk, with love flowing between us despite our differing life’s blood.
VERSE 2:
One cool spring morning as I glanced over in a gesture to say good morning to my tree
I noticed there were tiny buds upon the branches.
Before hastily jumping in the car, as I was late again, I went up closer to inspect the tiny pink buds.
I can just imagine the metamorphosis of this tree when in full bloom.
Excitedly I went on with my day my cheeks flushed and eyes glowing
Many a head turned as I passed, eyes tracing my every move. I didn’t care I just wanted to see her in full bloom.
I bought some fertilizer and hay on the way home, laying them at her feet.
I fear I am not much of a green thumb but I was willing to try.
Rewarded in full the next morning as my cherry blossom was filled with delicate pink leaves
My heart swelled with pride and the feeling grew.
CHORUS:
Oh it’s whimsical, exotic, I’m flying
Can it be love?
Is love blooming, ripening from a tiny seed?
Never will a swing hang from her delicate branches.
I wouldn’t allow a hammock either.
I’d surely chain myself to this tree, my cherry blossom.
For Valentine’s Day I will cover her in flowers
She will be my Christmas tree.
I’ll share champagne and strawberries with her
I wonder how she looks by candlelight.
I will spend the night wrapped around her trunk, with love flowing between us despite our differing life’s blood.
VERSE 3:
The ground beneath my Cherry Blossom was dry, her trunk was so comfy and relaxing
I whiled away many an hour reading to her.
We had the same taste in literature. She was such a good listener
I grew closer to her, beneath her soft pink leaves.
The summer sunshine glistened on her leaves
While the flirty breeze swayed with her, I got up and joined in the summer dance
Stretching my hands to the sky, swaying them, dipping them, swinging elegantly
We looked like a match made in nature
The whisper of her leaves drowned out the sounds of sizzling, splashing, children’s laughter, or hammer and saw of projects undertaking.
It was a haven beneath her pink outstretched arms.
CHORUS:
Oh it’s whimsical, exotic, I’m flying
Can it be love?
Is love blooming, ripening from a tiny seed?
Never will a swing hang from her delicate branches.
I wouldn’t allow a hammock either.
I’d surely chain myself to this tree, my cherry blossom.
For Valentine’s Day I will cover her in flowers
She will be my Christmas tree.
I’ll share champagne and strawberries with her
I wonder how she looks by candlelight.
I will spend the night wrapped around her trunk, with love flowing between us despite our differing life’s blood.
Verse 4:
I added a wrought iron seat, when the ground became too damp to sit upon
Still sitting with my Cherry Blossom, to read with her
A friend called devastated the place she’d wanted to marry couldn’t have her there anymore
I told her I knew the perfect place. My tree shimmied in delight, as I knew she would with such an honour.
It was the most beautiful wedding
As the exchanging of vows took place, pink leaves gently fell.
It was as though my cherry blossom threw pink confetti as the newlyweds kissed.
The romance of the moment captured on film, with the soft pink petals framing the kiss.
The married couple posed with my love, ecstasy filled me, I posed with the happy couple and my love.
Long in to the night the shower of cherry blossoms fell, and I danced basking in her love for me.
CHORUS:
Oh it’s whimsical, exotic, I’m flying
Can it be love?
Is love blooming, ripening from a tiny seed?
Never will a swing hang from her delicate branches.
I wouldn’t allow a hammock either.
I’d surely chain myself to this tree, my cherry blossom.
For Valentine’s Day I will cover her in flowers
She will be my Christmas tree.
I’ll share champagne and strawberries with her
I wonder how she looks by candlelight.
I will spend the night wrapped around her trunk, with love flowing between us despite our differing life’s blood.
BRIDGE:
I will shower you with love
With the garden hose
I will give you so many good things
Such as adequate fertalisation
I will show you the stars
I will never put a roof over your head
I will share my life with you
I’ll make you a facebook account
I will cherish you always
You'll have my heart always
I will love you with my dying breath
And longer, being buried among your roots
