You are a willow; so thin, so graceful.
A melancholy elegance
kisses your brow.
Your aching beauty leaves a lump in my throat.
Though fragile and pale, you are stronger than any switch.
Assailed by the tempest
, tossed in the gale
integrity leaves you standing.
My eyes well with love and pain.
You are a willow--
Flourishing with verdant
s to the earth.
Unable to thrust you into glory,
I curl up in your roots and weep.