Stripping the Trappings

Come, sit with me under the willow.
I don’t need you to do anything.
or be anything,
or say anything
other than who and what you are.

And if that form of love seems too simple,
you may not understand me quite,
or that you are more than enough.
The rest? Trappings, nothing more.
Come, sit with me under the Willow.

About this poem

Love is far simpler than most of us think. And it is never a matter of deserving. It simply is.

Tom