My love is like a tree and yes
Indeed it grows as a tree.
My love started as a root
Barely even to grow on its
Branches a fruit but I
Understand that it was
Just a root.

My love grows so strong and
So tall seasonal but still
People couldn’t see that one
Day it will be special. My
Love grew so big and tall
Until it developed some
Branches and leaves but
Still some couldn’t take
it seriously.

Some came and swinged from it
But some came and ripped some
things from it which that left
Some scars from its main root.
Some came to cut it off so that
They can make a wood from it
But still that left some scars
That could barely heal because
those scars were deep.

But still my tree stood there so
Strong day and night although it
Was hurt the most. Different seasons
Came by but still my tree stood there
Strong although it was lonely.

One day my tree grew up taller
And bigger so it can bare on it’s
Branches a fruit; a fruit so
Fresh and sweet. People came
Along and stood next to it and
Wondered what made this tree so
Tall and so strong.

But it was
Them who didn’t manage to
Maintain it so on itself; it
Grew and learned some valuable
Lessons; that people won’t be
There when you need them the most.

But they will be there when you
Bare fruit and to provide them
With a shade so that’s my love
Tree only if you can understand
The love is still inside my heart.