Olive Tree poem (each stanza a haiku)

"Olive Tree"

My sweet olive tree,
your branches are like my soul
We both bear our fruit

Olive, my olive
tree. I am in love with her
she too bears my fruit

Her eyes, like olives
hanging from these branches, are
in my soul to keep

My soul shakes like the
branches each time I whisper
to her perfect lips

Two thousand thirteen
I will Kiss In Memories
and we will bear fruit