Like the shade of a great tree in summer heat
I sit beneath your love like a weary traveler
As a man tired and panting in humid weather
Waiting for the storm to move in outside
My window and let the raindrops fall like the tears
That no longer flow from my eyes as wellsprings
Or from yours in your pain... I rest beneath the tree
Of your love like a groundskeeper in autumn;
Watering and tending you for now, in my love
Watching you begin to bloom again.