Love's texture is like tree bark.
I realized this while in the park.
Distant both seem to be thin.
Love depends on the shape it's in.
A love can grow mighty an tall.
The coarsest love bark of all.
Both have a valley and a peak.
Love grows like a river's creek.
Trees and love, grow strong with time.
I gave to you this heart that's mine.
You cared for it from the very start.
I'll do the same my sweetheart.
© Mike Dimond 1999