A man I met once said to me,
“Love does not fall down from the trees”
A common expression from these parts
When you search with your mind, and not with your heart.
Love should be sought with the inner soul
Not as frost bitten leaves, withered up with cold
Neither rotten fruit, cruelly stabbed by blight
Nor nuts that have ripened, then taken flight.
I think love must grow out like a vine
If the roots are strong, it proceeds to climb
It entwines the heart, crushes trailing fears
Then spreads and stretches with the years.
I do not believe love lies upon the ground
For we would spend our lives hanging upside down
But if it grew along a vine
It could grip and swing, with hands of time.