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Ariana Daci Poem
I am like the giving tree,
ready to tear myself apart,
letting him seep into every fragment of me.
I carry the weight of him—
swirling in the depths of my stomach
at the mere mention of his name.
If to love is to truly know,
I’d spend every waking moment
memorizing each gesture,
every reaction he might show,
just to prove my devotion.
I’d offer my life and death
with pride swelling in my chest—
never hesitating,
never second-guessing.
To exist solely for his love,
even if it leads to my end.
I am the giving tree.
Copyright © Ariana Daci | Year Posted 2025
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