Whether from appleseed or acorn
Love is a mighty forest
in the making.
I have given a whole forest when
An acorn would suffice.
Time and again I provide the tending
Only to have my oaks cut down
I wonder the point of even planting,
Much less tending,
When a clear field is prefered
To my thicket.
I’ve been an arborist of fantasy
When I should have been
Tending my own garden.