Tree of Love
By Delilah
My love grows and blooms momentously upon this tree. Growing out the many precious moments of branches, streaming out from within, from stems of tender touches. Once my small branches of love, reached out to receive the same. On branches hang my loving moments, all precious, and adorned. Branches of many stem out, all stemmed from the love of all loves, my Lord, Jesus. My tree of love, I sit and savour this time, to recall the many precious memories that grow continuously upon this tree with lights with musical a tuning, to bestow, and relenquish the momemts of love, upon this tree, where my love continues to grow. Written December 24th, 2001 © on Dec 24 2001 01:12 AM PST 0 • 8
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"My love grows and blooms..."