Glance the native, his lid leads to smiles
He is the one with whom I am in love
At times I’m pinched, the detour worthwhile
Descendant, as Eros’ gift from above

I felt the arrow strike my heart sincerely
I found him strong amidst the not knowing
A stir from inside out he sought to find me
What is fate? For us, only to keep going

And so our trees grow toward the soft sun
Entangled in a mess of spoons and limbs
Occasional leaves fall to shed, never done
Seeking higher each day as one we win

Time intertwines inseparable roots
Tying knots with our trust in us and boots

©Nisi 2015.