To be given the world and have it stripped away,
by ones own doing would drive you insane.
To grip it hard till knuckles turn white, to wake to it each day and fall asleep with it each night. To protect it with all your might, no matter the fright.
To give it your heart, nay your very entity, to plant an everlasting seed and watch it turn to tree.
Trunk, thick and solid that shoots to the sky, with roots deep underground embedded with trust and love that'll never die nor run dry.
A meaningless axe and match from the past that cuts and burns fast, attacks roots and burns bark from your tree everlast.
The very tree and world that you swore to protect, bleeds precious sap because of neglect.
You cry buckets of tears and put out the flames, blessed by God himself the roots are remained.
The damage inflicted cannot be undone, the pain inside has spiraled and spun.
It claws at your heart and rips up your guts, brain stuck on replay till it drives you nuts.
Even the man in the mirror is disgusted with his sight; the man who's lost his way due to fright.
But this man is lucky, to say the absolute least, fore his tree is willing to forgive his beast.
The rush of excitement makes you blush, you smile, cry, crave-love-and lust.
You owe your life to this tree with one chance remained, so bury the axe deep and stomp out the flame.
What's done is done, and the past being past, don't lose your angel, the love of your life, your other half.
So to you my pretty baby, my love, my life, my future baby's mother and my future wife.
You deserve my utmost trust, love, and respect, and I will give you none less and return the feeling blessed.