I question my thoughts around her,
badgering me each time she shows up.
She raises her slender eyebrows,
beaming with joy as she approaches me.
Her smile gives me a sudden chill,
I simply can’t comprehend.
It’s rather astonishing how our talks proceed
with certain gravity into a minute matter.
“Wish there were trees for me to sleep on?”
she would utter looking rather disappointed.
Feeling her pain, I would pat her on her back
telling her I could be her pine tree.
For her to mark her special occasions,
like a Christmas tree.