THE PASSION TREE

I once saw, a passion tree, words entwined by a tendrilled esprit

Each phrase, every word, hung as versed; passionately, my eyes coerced
A dangling prose, so well dispersed; on tangled branches, they traversed

Every phrase, each message, every styling's lore; reaching for, a branch to store
Like a blossms burst, the petals pour; fusing fragrances, to each amore

From morphing fruit and buds they grew, a message spread, oh so true
And just like vines, they clung anew, styling words, of "I LOVE YOU"

Wedged in my heart, they stuck to me; pure versed love, from a passion tree
BOEMS by JA 595