Childhood tree

Come with me to my childhood tree Before the primrose path you first promised me Dancing to nights buzzing symphony I'll take care of your entrance fee And in kind, handle me delicately. Be mine at my childhood tree Harvest the smells of Spring's sensuality Make of my mind your private library And curl up in my cup of tea That I brewed as you sang your melody Race me 'round my childhood tree We'll spend the last licks of light soaked in honey Sucking on picked pears and bites of brie And I'll wash in the words you gifted me As you carve yourself into my memories Be my date to my childhood tree At dusk we'll play the bourgeoisie Sneaking glances behind glasses of bubbly Smiling at me, drunk in moonshine jubilee If only you'll be my date to my childhood tree But even summer has a warrantee Pine's smell dims and fig tastes too sweetly Each stroll you go further, ever so discreetly Until your seas pull you out for always and completely But I'm still waiting on your return to me Tied to these roots of my childhood tree