A Pair of TreesMy love and I: a pair of trees
Entangled at the root and crown,
Yet growing sep'rate from the ground
With independent memories.
Sweet flowers crowd about our knees,
And vines entwine us up and down.
My love and I, a pair of trees,
Entangled at the root and crown.
We bend and sway where'er we please,
Each shrouded in a verdant gown.
Free rein and fealty both abound:
No further wants have we than these;
My love and I, a pair of trees.
Poetry by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2021-09-15 at 03:23
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