Love is a Tree

Love is a tree that grows,
And if without roots
Falls quickly.
But if that tree of love
Catches up the earth
And holds it,
Then growth comes to it
As each season
Warms and scours it.
So is my love,
Taking nourishment from you,
A seedling forming roots.
And my love,
Not knowing many seasons,
Cannot yet say
I love you –
Only that a seed is planted
And is growing.

Copyright ©2005 Tony Crisp