Pine Trees And Maple Leaves - Poem by Blaine Strong
Like a tree our love grows, live oaks of yesterday's passion.
Left blinded and crooked, as the wind pierces through feeble mossy canopies.
Laughter and chaos, attracted like angry magnets these borders won't hold.
I'm ever bronzing, this equator knows not shame of lust.
You're ever freezing, north poles grasp on cold markham grass.
These planes fly over my head, how I desperately long to jump on their wings.
Rise like the Phoenix on my skin.
Take what I am, so that I could live again.
Protected by your tender loving arms,
Carrying me into bright lights of cities ne'er spoken, take my heart as your token.
The only thing you ever wanted, needed, was me...
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