I wrote you <br />a 100,000 trees worth of love. <br /> <br />The trees eager <br />to become <br /> <br />pages <br /> <br />to hold the words <br />that held the love <br /> <br />words like Arctic explorers <br />trekking across vast whiteness <br /> <br />to arrive <br />finally at last <br /> <br />at the horizon <br />of your love <br /> <br />only to find <br />you had moved <br />the North Pole of your heart <br /> <br />or I was on the wrong <br />continent. <br /> <br />All the words <br />like some doomed expedition <br /> <br />perish. <br /> <br />I wrote you a forest <br />(a bloody forest of words) <br /> <br />just to think <br />(it breaks my heart) <br /> <br />all those trees <br />dying for nothing.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-hundred-thousand-trees-worth-of-love/
