Trees Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Love doesn't last a life-time.
At least that's how it seems to me.
Some people think love is forever.
Or so they would like it to be.
Seems my love was not wanted,
so I wander through the forest trees.

Flowers grow lovely in a garden.
They last forever in a loving heart.
Her love for me has not grown;
so I wander afraid in the dark.
Tasting again her lips in memory;
which never kiss me anymore.

Forest songs fill my footsteps
as I walk through the trees.
Wondering why she doesn't care;
why doesn't she want to be with me.
Seems my love is not needed,
so I die inside, outside in the trees.