Pine

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Branches transforming into her hair
Watching, but not meaning to stare
I wonder, how often your mind goes there

Your hands slowly needing to gather
One delicate end to the other
In an effort to feel her

Lightest of tree feathers linger
Cascading through your rough fingers
Your senses confirming, as lips simper

Silky, smooth and smelling of pine
I know you think of her all the time
Understanding now, you’ll never be mine

Him

Raindrops on roses
A sight I seek
Your teardrops
To drink
I’ve loved you forever
My heart has always known
A constant search
From left to right
Feeling foolish
Scared of the unknown
Not prepared
For shiny lights
Predestined
It seems
From the beginning
Is what I mean
Neither knowing
Until recently
Strength
Power
Overtaking
When love rules
I’m left
Succumbing
Show me love
Faithfulness true
Possessing powerful
Thoughts of you
Do you question
My feelings
Yes, of course
I love you