The Loving Tree

The loving tree,

We would run here,

Hide here,

Listen to the heartbeats of each other until the sun would disappear,

Until we were not we;

I found a sense of solace contentment in being lost with you at the loving tree.

Giving you all my attention until I found my soul become set free,

Your eyes placed hooks into my heart and wouldn't let go,

And I never want to break free,

We would run here,

Hide here,

And become another person that the world could never allow us to be.

I fell here and came up with bruises that you healed with your touch and commitment,

And some how I lost the blueprint to being attentive,

And you carved my name out of the bark.

So I hope that you receive this because we were suppose to meet here

at the loving tree.