Love is a tree of knowledge

Love is a tree of knowledge,

And lovers sit, walk, stalk,

Along its winding branching stalks,

One may know what's in stow,

Another wants to find,

But to his mind,

his neighbour is most unknown.

Neighbours enforce edges,

Edges move about knowledge, emotion and love,

Some are of fleshly friends,

Other mere overlays, that look to stay,

But always fade away,

For love may indeed travel miles,

But not what a step into the fray, achieves in but a day.

At last none matters,

For the graph never ceases to live,

But the change even if it may seem strange,

The strife, the loss, the toil,

All the friends estranged by the trees branches,

When it was too eager or too late,

All that is what we live, our eternal fate.