The Tree Aug. 01, 2008
I love you and that will never cease.
Think of me 'til the last day you breath.
We can never see how our love will come to be,
but love was there, and A TRUE love to me.
Us like leaves, let our love grow on branches,
'til we no longer could hold on to the tree.
Our hearts fed like soil. Wind blew our dreams away.
We Fell like leaves in the Fall but Despite no leaves left,
the roots are still alive and the Tree is here to stay.
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