Love grows in hedgerows

 

My love for you

grows like a bed of roses

across the numerous

meadows in my head,

and shows no slowing.

My love grows like the hedgerows

and the hillsides.

The country cottage 

bathed in a sea of sunlight.

My love is a country,

a vast landscape 

that has stories rooted

under every footstep.

 

My love for you

knows no doubt,

it doesn’t see darkness

or clouds,

only the golden sunlight

of the magic hour,

that bathes your skin

in a glow, beyond anything

these human eyes

have seen or will ever know.

 

And as I bound across

wispy clouds

of cotton bud sighs,

I see that my love

is the skies,

my love

is the seas,

my love

is the entirety

of this world

we share,

for my love is the air,

and I breathe

it so deep that

when the night appears

it carries on

living in my dreams