I felt your prescence like a breeze through a meadow

entangled myself in you like the roots of a tree,

knew no color other than green.

We would conquer time,

you and I.

And so

I blossomed from your love

among the lilies and the baby's breath.

Summer came,

and I knew our love

our existence,

was our golden error.

But we were different,

you and I.

We knew no season,

we knew no sun,

for the night could not take away our sunshine.

Come Fall I felt a change in you.

Maybe it was just supposed to happen,

like the way the leaves changed colors,

or the way the air became slightly crisper.

Maybe it was just a part of us growing up.

But I was a tree,

and you needed me,

so I gave you all I had to give

and slowly

let you pluck me of my fruit.

When the Winter came,

I wish I could say I hadn't loved that which was lethal.

I wish I could say it was without warning.

But after all,

these were the seasons,

and you were my golden error.

And so you left me that Winter,

just as all the life did.

And took with it my roots.