Our Love Poem by Pen Anthony

Our Love



It was big
great is the word
our love is like a tree
it will wilt in the summer
blossom in the spring
they'll go green in envy
then with an axe the'll bring us down
and before they wipe the
sweat off their foreheads
with greener shoots
we'll grow again
stronger than before
mightier as can be
they'll look at us and see a forest.

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