Apr 2017
He will love you when
you're a tree in the winter
bones without flesh
when you're not yet a butterfly
when you're slowly learning to smile
She will love you still when
you're summer without the rain
a boat without the sail
when you're a train-track without the train
Incomplete but love still remains
you're a tree in the winter
bones without flesh
when you're not yet a butterfly
when you're slowly learning to smile
She will love you still when
you're summer without the rain
a boat without the sail
when you're a train-track without the train
Incomplete but love still remains
...but trees in the winter are still alive and well. Just taking the time to emerge through the storm towards the calm.
