Hazelnut Tree - a sonnet for a friend

Hazelnut Tree

We were but eight when late one spring we met,

When April skies once blue now dimmed to squall.

A sapling hazelnut was bowed with wet,

With little alms to offer, save its shawl.

Your hand in mine below that young marquee,

two souls astray entwined like vines in May.

Our bond did bloom beside that hazel tree

Whose bark our hearts did mark without delay.

But when did love, akin to trees, act so?

Their stable roots unswayed by storm or time.

Instead, like leaves, our love did bud and grow

In times of spring, and fall and die in rime.

Our love, passing season can’t even fell,

For love, the tears of longing water well,

*This was my first successful sonnet. im proud of it. i had a lot of trouble with the final couplet, but i ended up finding it i think.