Bolted Napkin Poet Other

The Glory Tree

I planted a tree of love
Grew so high it could house the doves.
Nevertheless, I was astounded,
how my ego has been dumbfounded,

And even then its growth put me at solace.
My happiness grew with the tree:

And on that lonely steep it stood
Nothing but wonder ever could
And if it breaks—oh how it would
My love would break, ever should.

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