Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Farming

If you plant the seed
Down into the ground
Soon it will grow
Into a little mound

Then in the spring
It will sprout leaves
And then like a basket
Our love shall be weaved

And then very slowly
It'll grow into a tree
And instead of being I
I can say We

Because whenever I love
I love down far deep
And whatever you sow
You shall keep

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