Strong roots
When an acorn falls, and takes root,
It hugs the ground, with all it’s might,
Soon appears, a tiny shoot,
Its grip on the earth, hiding from sight,
From then, all it takes is time,
As we did, on the day we met,
Growing, into something sublime,
Our roots are strong, so don’t you fret,
Branches spread, as cover my dear,
Sheltering, all who dwell below,
You and I need have no fear,
Our grip gets tighter, as we both grow,
The passage of time, shows us strong,
Growing, like a fine oak tree,
Whose root is deep and grows ever long,
My love, you mean the world, to me,
And so,,,,,,
Should the ground beneath us, shake?
Our oak is rooted, on solid ground,
This love, has never been at stake,
Like that oak our love forever bound.
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