Lover's Nest

In security, we sleep away our dreams.
The mystique of our quandary I believe is in the lover’s nest.
In truth we wake, beneath a tree of love for life,
Deeply rooted by the river bank.

By our sides we flee in times of pain,
Its natural, we fear.
Our love for one is like the breeze that blows then disappears.

With us goes our love, and in discord comes our pain,
Yet the tree will never move,
Deeply rooted by the river bank.

Invest in those we love behest our own admittance,
That fallacious are the times we trade,
Without a tree of love for life,
Deeply rooted by the river bank..