Lovers’ Tree (poem)
Come sit with me awhile beneath our tree
See how its fingers stroke across a sky
Of possibilities to what might be
A gateway to a dreamer’s gentle sigh
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And feel the warmth and fragrance of its boughs
They fan away the harshness of the day
Allowing lovers freely to carouse
These arms that guard a lover’s hideaway
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Here safe and free from time itself we hold
As outside our bastion strange worlds roam
The hour has come for kisses to unfold
Lest some forgotten lout invade our home
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The treasured leaves upon our tree won’t fall
Sweet moments made so lovers may recall