Your Body is A Tree of Love

Your Body is A Tree of Love

 

They built a cross with hate and despair

And hung a young innocent body there.

In their anger it did grow, bearing fruit they didn’t know

 

They watered  it with their fears

Night and morning with fresh tears

They sunned it with their evil smiles

And their soft deceitful wiles.

 

The cross it grew both day and night

Till it bore fruit to their delight

And the wicked did begin to dine

All declared it tasted just  like wine

 

Its fruit they all wanted more

And scratched around on the floor

It acted upon them like a drug

The name of the fruit they called

it Love.

 

Peter Baxter