I wrote you br a 100,000 trees worth of love. br br The trees eager br to become br br pages br br to hold the words br that held the love br br words like Arctic explorers br trekking across vast whiteness br br to arrive br finally at last br br at the horizon br of your love br br only to find br you had moved br the North Pole of your heart br br or I was on the wrong br continent. br br All the words br like some doomed expedition br br perish. br br I wrote you a forest br (a bloody forest of words) br br just to think br (it breaks my heart) br br all those trees br dying for nothing.