How easily I can compare thee.
Halos of green, cleansed breath at first sight.
To the comforting shade of a willow tree.
A firm base in which stands, equally free.
Visibly lucid, constructed with sheer might.
How easily I can compare thee.
A structure so pure of flowing strands, no need for one’s plea.
As the dark deepens, stars reveal bright,
To the comforting shade of a willow tree.
As this head rests, the lasts thoughts marquee.
Willows roots thicken, planted throughout night.
How easily I can compare thee.
To such eminent presence, a profusion of esprit.
My first thought after rise, perched red tail, inspiration takes flight.
To the comforting shade of a willow tree.
Eager to give, a positive bloom to foresee.
To continue this growth, would be sure to incite.
How easily I can compare thee,
To the comforting shade of a willow tree.
Be inspired. Happy Valentines Day.
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