We drove along
A heart-shaped road
The trees above
Were holding hands
They bowed and kissed
Like hand in glove
And waved and missed
Like waves of love
The trunks were straight
The trunks were tall
As proud and solid
As a wall
They thread their roots
To hold the land
Instinctively
Like toes grip sand
The light above
Sent speckled shadows
Blessed small bright flowers
Like gems in meadows
And though I love
My own abode
I'll paint a picture
In my mind
Like tea for when hungry\
Like glasses for the blind
Paid in the bank of memory
To carry any load
Scenes dark and light
I left behind
Along a lovely
Heart-shaped road.
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