You're fascinating
- That's what I reckon,
A minute with you
Would be gone in a second.
I've noticed you don't bow to convention
The reins slip through your fingers -
A sense of euphoria lingers.
Floating like a butterfly
On the breeze of my mind
hanging in my memory
You've been there some time.
- I want you to be mine.
I'm climbing my tree
As you're climbing yours.
Decisions are branches
We're climbing through doors.
We're on different bows
We're moving apart,
Further away
than we were at the start.
As paths meet and cross
Maybe make a new friend,
Some twigs become brittle
And abruptly they end.
We reach for the sunlight
And bend with the breeze,
We show off our flowers
As we cast off our leaves.
As a new Summer comes
We advance with fresh shoots,
We continue to grow
Forgetting our roots.
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