Love for me was never kind
Like a bushfire; wild, rapid, burning, nothing
Withered and destroyed leaving the bare, fragile parts of me
You were a wanderer,
An adventurer
Maybe drawn to the life and beauty I once bestowed
You didn't seem to see the broken pieces and burnt remains of a once beaming forest
But the forest itself, evergreen as before
You held the leaves so gently, caressed the burnt soil ground
You were so tender and so gentle
A love I've never felt before
It wasn't hot to the touch, it didn't scold my hands
It was warm and safe and unconditional
Foreign but welcoming grounds
The forest weeped and flooded the land
For it had never felt so touched
It began to grow back all the leaves that it had once lost
The sun rose across the horizon and as far as the eye could see
The forest grew and flourished, a beautiful scenery
The forest wasn't scared anymore
Of a bushfire or a flood
She had a wanderer who now showed her
How love is supposed to be