Our Love Like the Cherry Tree

We strolled through the grove in a mist of cherry blossoms,

walking into the future as our life together began.

We were young then, oh so young, so many days still left to fill our years.

You whisper you love me now as you loved me then.

We stroll so slowly nowadays in the cherry grove,

we're aged and bent so like these cherry trees grown old,

bare branches, no Spring leaves, no blossom mist,

as winter comes to match the winter of our lives with cold.

Again you kiss me as you kissed me that blooming day,

and say the trees are ever old and ever young.

Our love like the cherry tree, is young again

and blossoms now, as then, every Spring.