in the garden on the windowsill
among flowers trees cast shadows
yearn to be violated
and living rooms and kitchens
young love has its ways
and its ways have loves
yet not all love is young
for time consumes
like trees in the dark
if you can't see it it's not there
oh but it's there it's there
i have faith it's there
it can't not be there
like trees in the dark
they're there, so must you be
you only learn the hard way
makes me wonder
why you kept me for so long
