A tree of thoughts
grows outwardly,
reaching towards you,
and from your mind
branches entwine with mine.
A dream, becoming tangled
in your vines.
In the deep pine groves
where love roams
through the lush undergrowth.
I long to feel our words speak,
light as a feather,
as if tethered
by some unspoken force
pulling them together.
Where they huddle close
somewhere in this boundless expanse,
before swirling in an airy dance.
Yours taking the high notes,
mine the deeper undertones.
I long, as I have for so long,
to be held by your words.
To be carried along,
like they are a pathway
guiding me on. Showing me the way,
to the greatest honour a man can hope upon.
I wish to be a kiss on the breeze,
your everlasting memory.
To be someone that
makes you as weak at the knees
as you make me,
like I'm a ship on undulating seas.
Feeling the waves making me unsteady,
as I wish to lay at your feet.
Thanks for reading
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