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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