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

To stumps.

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.