Design by Paula Roberts
Babe would you wrap meInside you, eternally,
Like Vine on a Tree
My limbs, how they flee
I'm young now a busy-bee
Can't miss life, stop me
Spring delicately-
My tendrils need warm safety
Entwine our bodies
Fine tune our world be
Safe haven for you and me
Like a bubble shield
Rise with me and reach
Where rain begets out of sleet
Which is born by He
Old, our limbs would be
Stiff with over work, wrinkly
Would 'we' seize to be?
I would keep you near
Just like an old vine entwines
On its own old tree