Aged Willow

Beneath the willow's aged, gnarled embrace,

My lover sits in tranquil reverie,

A boy whose presence paints the tranquil space,

With dreams that dance like leaves upon the sea.

His eyes, like stars, illuminate the night,

As moonbeams weave a tapestry of grace,

His laughter, like a melody in flight,

Enchants the breeze, a soft and sweet embrace.

The willow weeps with tendrils long and wise,

Its branches cradle secrets that we share,

A sanctuary where our love defies

The passing seasons, lingering in the air.

Oh, how I think of him, my heart's own guide,

Beneath that aged willow, side by side.