Branches
Love at first is vulnerable, like a tree freshly grown.
Unable to survive on its own, without care and compassion.
Gaining trust quickly, establishing their roots in the ground.
Then comes the prime of a relationship, with its wide elongated branches.
Although this love is strong, insects and disease still do harm.
You're still holding on, despite the holes in your canopy.
The end is near, you try removing all the detrimental limbs.
You can only do so much.
Your lover is gone now, but will never be forgotten.
For this love will decay in our soil.
And forever lay with us.
S.P