Bonsai

I like to show up early He was always late. I planned my every move While he relied on fate. If I decided somethings wrong He would decide it's right. Like a willow I would sway Like a maple he stood strong. We pruned our likes and dislikes Much as trimming a Bonsai. We focused on the good parts Tossing off the bad to die. Our compost pile of cuttings Began to set us free. Eventually we both conceded Love is simply meant to be.