The Tree

What is it about this tree,
Which keeps me enchanted this night
Something within it is not so free,
That I think of its unknown plight

So many passerby’s beneath its leaves,
have shelter when needed taken;
and the tree stands, and believes,
That they have love for it awaken

Also when they spoke to it,
As if it was their most loved claim;
And while leaving it alone again, admit,
and etch forever their lover’s name

Yes, stand beneath, don’t take me home
The tree didn’t say, but felt it forever
I long you to stay, forbidden wish overgrown
And I know you’ll be with me never

Time has gone, and the tree stood still
To blossom or not, not per its will
I now know what enchanted, now I see
The tree stood there, reminding I of me