Vines





Tender clinging vines hanging idly in the wood
I secretly peer, daring to DREAM

What temptations will I fall into
when I fall into your arms ?

You yaw and sprawl, sprouting into delicate tendrils
I spy through the window pane

DUSK falls and turns to cimmerian shades
And you change, you change...

Safe behind my window pane
Apprehension grips my Heart

No! you tempting, clinging vines
It is cold in your world And I would be lost in your arms

FOR there is only one Tree and One Vine
And HE is my refuge

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