Washington's Love Song
Your love took root down inside of me
the trunk of your spirit, the branches of your soul
the leaves that fall away of the things we don't know...
My love for you grew as our friendship bloomed,
but it was doomed...And I blamed you.
But I cannot tell a lie
I chopped down the cherry tree
with its fruit so sweet that I couldn't eat
From my fear that something else, someone else
for whom you fell, would kill it so I uprooted it myself
But you planted it again and its growing again
and I love you again. And you're gone.
Leaving me and my tree with the roots of your soul,
and the trunk of your mind and the branches of your heart,
and the bark of your smile which covers my heart
and the leaves of the things that tear me apart.
I cannot tell a lie.
I think that I love you.
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