The Tree Of Love

Roger Salucci : “L’arbre des amours”

As the sun goes down and light softens,

I pray thee, think of me often


How we would walk to our tree,

from whence our future we could see

Birds nested amongst its lush leaves

through its boughs they did weave


Flowers budded in the spring

and fledglings took lightly to their wings


There we would conjure up our dreams,

all seemed possible then, it seemed


But life has a way of orchestrating

that which we weren’t cogitating


We must be the patience’ stalwart

between life and happiness caught


Think of me when we’re apart,

remember how I gave my heart


To you beneath the limbs above

of our blessed tree of love


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