On a weeping willow I write to the one I love under the moonlight. On our lips I place a kiss for this willow weeps from happiness. I pull its leaves to make a rose it's gift to us because our love it knows. Under this weeping willow we first played as we grew from children our love arose growing as growth grows. As teenagers on its branches we sat offering flirtatious glances until our lips united in a plant. Under this tree I will propose may we find out together what the future holds.
I wrote this for fun. I don't plan on doing anything further with it. I know its sappy and cliche but whatever. Please leave a comment let me know your opinion.