The Wooded Lovers Poem by James Tipp

Within this ancient woodland scene the lovers stand
Entwined it seems for all eternity, they have grown together
The story of their plight lost in the myths of time and space
The lovers whose love excluded them from family and friends
They ran and in their running were cursed and found new forms
But nothing could untangle their love for each other
So now they grown ever closer together a sign of completeness
Love can never be separated or forbidden this image a sign
Love is the greatest of gifts that searches out the soul
Can never be extinguished by imposed rules or regulation
Love always finds a way despite the clamouring crowds.