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Ivy or Bittersweet

Ivy or Bittersweet, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Studying the ivy upon the tree,
Steadily climbing for a better view.
It does so without payment of a fee,
Unlike hostile bittersweet, there’s no coup!

Making me to wonder, which I’m to you?
When we caress, which am I in your eyes?
Am I to you, aggressive sticky glue?
Or one who provides a pleasant surprise?

Smothering you is not ever my choice,
But there is pleasure with you in my arms.
If to climb higher you must have a voice.
My wanting heart desires your touch that warms.

Welcome me as the tree does to the vine,
For together our lives shall intertwine.