Roots deeper than the bottom of the ocean,
My love for you is my biggest source of oxytocin.
You’re love language is not words of affirmation,
But I don’t even bother asking for confirmation.
I can tell by the way your tiny purple flowers bud,
Your love for me is more rich than the color of blood.
Even though this winter your branches were lacking leaves,
Your personality shone brighter than stars on the clearest of eves.
I wish I had known you when you were just a small gametophyte,
But boy oh boy am I happy to know you as a mature sporophyte.
The solution to any congestion or fever,
In you I am the biggest believer.
A descendant of Judas’ worst tragedy,
But to me you are anything but a malady.
People will say you’re just a plain tree,
But I have never seen anything more beautiful than your heart-shaped leaves colored green.
Even more than your wood is hard and dense,
My obsession with you is intense.
Although into flat, brown seed pods your flowers fade,
To confess my feelings for you I am unafraid.
Eastern Redbud is your name,
I would die for you with no shame.