Love Is a Tree
Love is like a tree, growing tall and strong
Until winter comes and all the progress is gone.
We planted a seed, expecting a great something
But you cut it down and now I have nothing.
My hands are clean since you aren't with me.
This naked tree is all I'll ever be.
But winter always ends and spring always comes shining
My once barren limbs are showing flowers, I'm blossoming.
Copyright © Anna Good | Year Posted 2015
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