True Love

“May I have this dance?”
Said the ancient oak
To the pine-tree grand,
She who never spoke.

“Won’t you move with me?
For our roots are strong,
And we both have seen
Moments far too long.”

Then he held his breath,
Hoping she’d agree.
O! the wait was death
To this wizened tree!

Pine-tree trembled, shy;
Oak resolved to wait.
Let the years go by,
For their love was fate.

2 responses to “True Love”

  1. Manu Mathew Avatar
    Manu Mathew

    PARADOX OF LOVE

    Love is like a flowing river, they say
    Love is like a falling flower, they say
    Love is like a fading bubble, they say
    Love is but stronger than death, I say

    Paradoxes of life rule the life,
    But no matter we fall in love
    Hurting experiences haunt the life,
    But no matter we fall in love
    Persona drops everywhere in the corner
    But no matter we fall in love

    We search for love everywhere
    We wish that some one may love us
    We search for love and snatch it
    We search in wrong places and ends up in hatred

    Looked for love in many hearts but I was a commodity
    Looked for love in wealth, but I was betrayed
    Looked for love in myself but I was selfish
    Looked for love everywhere, but I was confused

    Oh love, how strong you are!
    Oh love, how deep you are!
    Oh love, how patient you are!
    Oh love, we fail to understand you!

    1. Mariella Hunt Avatar

      This is simply beautiful! Thanks for sharing!

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