tagNon-Erotic PoetryIf my true love were a tree

If my true love were a tree


If my true love were a tree
A fine and strong oak he would be
His arms thick and stable
Wood from him would make a fine table
If my true love were a tree
A fine and strong oak he would be

If my true love were a cloud
He'd blow right to my house
He'd hover above
Pouring down love
And leave me in a wet blouse

If my true love weren't real
He'd never know how I feel
I'd live alone
No where to call home
My heart may never heal

If I weren't my true love's true love
I'm sure my life would go on
But I'd miss his sweet kiss
And the feelings of bliss
And the chance to carry his spawn

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