colwest Poetry (2)

We were young so our playground was a tree, we learnt how to play and grow with the tree.
The tree was left on it’s own, but we both knew it was home, Thanks to the tree we both found home.
She would sit under the tree reading a book and watching me. Me I would look at her and look at the tree.
The wind blowed under the tree where she used to be, but now the leaves have left the tree and her shadow can be seen.
Now the tree is no more and is the one I adore; I sit down where the tree would be lost two great things dear to me.
So I got up and went in my pocket you see, pulled something out just wait and see.
See it’s a seed, what a wonder that tree will be.

A day with you brings hope of love, we both wear rings on our fingers too seal our love.
Comfort and happiness these are but a few, I stare into your eyes to study the view.
My hand holds your hand and will hold fast; my heart and my body tell me this will last.
Now I have you close, very close and holding you tight. Wow I’m a lucky guy as my mind screams out in delight.
So, rivers and streams may hit the seashore, but my hands over your body caresses my heart and soul forever more.