L Plus R Forever

True love everlasting is carved into trees, Who of the two will eventually cede? There cannot be question as to which prevails longer, Bark slowly heals as the heart grows still fonder Yet heartbreak cuts deeper than knife’s sharp edge can, When did Earth’s skin become lesser than man's? Two losing birds and only one stone, But at least the tree is never alone It has brothers and sisters and pathways below, Though eventually there will come one final blow - I would be bitter if you carved up my arms, Withhold my charity from any who harm, Then where will we be? Love may be “set free,” But we still need trees to breathe.