April 14 NaPoMo 2021

[dukealien]

Pine, I Do


Have goodness like a constant evergreen
my love, unchanging, fresh in mountain air
as other arbors fluctuate between
spring buds, green leaves, fall crimson, branches bare.

Look not, oh love, on others with that care
and fear of separation which I feel
in times we live apart and cannot share
a touch, a glance, a kiss to plot and steal.

Does jealousy confirm our love is real
or only that we fail to trust our mates--
a true love’s sovereign mark and final seal
or that mere lust persists as love abates?

May our affection grow straight, strong, and tall
rejecting change and bitter, jealous gall.