The Cherry Tree
Welcome to the cherry, So unequivocal, So full Of itself, so utterly Not you, not me, with our same Questions, The old stones' Word game Of this year Last year Next year Never.. .
Of Do you love me As much as. . .?
Or Who was He or she?
Or Do you love me less Than 1 love you?
Or Tell me something new. Haven't I heard this?
Welcome to the cherry, Its white silence, Its common sense,