Aged Willow

Beneath the willow's aged, gnarled embrace, My lover sits in tranquil reverie, A boy whose presence paints the tranquil space, With dreams that dance like leaves upon the sea. His eyes, like stars, illuminate the night, As moonbeams weave a tapestry of grace, His laughter, like a melody in flight, Enchants the breeze, a soft and sweet embrace. The willow weeps with tendrils long and wise, Its branches cradle secrets that we share, A sanctuary where our love defies The passing seasons, lingering in the air. Oh, how I think of him, my heart's own guide, Beneath that aged willow, side by side.