Will you call me Willow every day?
I like the sound it makes in the air
How the syllables sway in the wind -
And the last, descending down,
Droops towards the welcoming stream.
Will you call me this secret name
That somehow inflates my beating heart
And makes me feel so special,
How incredibly lucky, how fortunate even
I am to have shared this sacred vessel
Of our meeting on the staircase
To paradise and the forever beyond?
Will you call me in your lonely nights,
Recalling all that you've been fond?
When my leaves have last been shed
When all my breath at last is bled?
"Willow?" You will say, and I will come
In some ephemeral diaphanous way
To pass through you like a warming breeze,
My spirit branches will bow and bend
Intent on showing with compliant ease
How my Love can. Never. Ever. End

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