Love In Chrysalides

By Rovva

I fall in love again and again
With the sound of rustling branches,
Reaching for interaction,
Caressing the sky in passing.
I fall in love again and again
With the color of their flaky bark,
Rough and a little jagged,
Dry and rigid on the edges.
I fall in love again and again
​With the taste of maple and honey,
Sweet at first salvation,
Oh so smooth on my tongue.
I fall in love again and again,
Again
And again,
In my chrysalis of life.

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