The Love Tree

In our heart there is a tree that bears the fruits of our soul.
Of the labors of love and sacrifice.
It blooms in our spring and lies dormant in our autumn.
Beautiful birds perch on its swaying branches and
Consume its seeds and consummate its partake in loving.
It gives to all in joy and takes only pleasure and pain,
Nothing in between.
Through its loving, it spreads across the span of the earth.
May my loving be in giving and not in asking.
May it free me to be beautiful.
And may it come to me like how I have loved you.