Entangle me with your limbs, pull me to your life’s bark and grow with me through the weathering days,
Passion takes on many feelings when our touch is felt within the breeze, again and again I wait for the gentle rustling of our leaves,
For I am like a tree, rooted in place with little movement but longing for the day to share the ground which I’ve been planted,
The wind may blow the leaves of memories we accrue, but the storm will never take away Heartfelt memories of you,
The fertile soil we feed upon like a candlelight dinner for two allows us to grow together becoming stronger as one instead of two,
So till the day we wilt and fall to the mysterious forest deep below our roots will share this common ground and our devotion will keep us whole.
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-07-17 11:30:24
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