I found love...
No...
love found me
beneath the boughs
of this willow tree.
Quietly he wiped
the stars from my eyes,
cradled my soul,
picked up my pride.
Has he been suffering
all along,
patiently waiting...
silently strong?
The winds of reason
caress my face.
My heart knows now
to leave this place.
Uttering not a word
he offers his hand.
Though trust lies shattered,
love continues to stand.
I found love...
No...
love found me.
He rescued my heart
beneath this willow tree.
