Love Tree

 I will not say,

“I thought of you that day,”

for you are the quiet flame

that never leaves my mind —

not in the hush of night,

nor beneath the wandering light of day.

And if this is not love,

then why does every path I walk

lead only toward your image?

Why does the world grow distant

whenever your shadow enters my heart?

I cannot breathe in a life

where you are absent.

I cannot imagine a dawn

untouched by the warmth of our love.

And oh, how my soul longs for the moment

when we are no longer two separate beings,

but one living body,

one ancient tree of love —

its roots deep within eternity,

its branches reaching across the world,

offering the sweetest fruits

to every wandering heart.