Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Larch Trees


When I’m blue will you fly to me like an evening lark?
Would you promise to make love to me like it’s an art?
Will you speak softly to me like the needles of a larch?
Can I trust you with my heart?

May I sleep with you every night until the shadows part?
Would you let me sooth you after others have been harsh?
Can I shower with you after we go walking in the park?
Will you trust me with your heart?

Will you miss me whenever we must be apart?
Can you see my adoration for you even when it’s dark?
Do you think that love on earth is how we make our mark?
Then I will trust you with my heart.