Pining

I'm pining so hard for you
Like that big very old pine tree
Except it's  not sap coming out
It's love oozing out of me 

So sweet
So pure
The taste of true love
You can be sure

You can smell the fragrance
As you pass by
The smell of love
Take a sniff and then you'll sigh

Love, by nature
Is to see  a thing of beauty
A work of art
You must admire by uncontrollable duty

If you listen really hard
You can hear it's sound
Through quivering branches
Though not another soul around

Touch me, my love
I'm pining for you
Like this tree, my love is ancient
But everyday feels brand new