About the Poem
This poem provides a corny metaphor which expresses my own heart. (of course, it's not corny from where I stand, but I realize that by comparing one's beloved to a Jacaranda tree may be an overdone comparison in some cultures) after all, is there a tree more beautiful?
Purple flowers whose scent
nourishes the believer's soul
whose petals form a bed as soft as clouds
strong branches that support my own foothold
- when the limb is weak
I will nurture you to strength
just as you,
have so many times shaded my own failings
Your gentle breeze soothes my aching heart -
I want others to climb you too;
to share in your endless beauty
You must know that I will never allow
the man with the axe
to bleed your precious sap
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