Our two trees twined together through the years
Until no one could tell where each began.
Dark, angry storms battered us to and fro,
But although we bent, our trunks never broke.
I brushed a hand across his weathered face
And whispered like the wind, "Remember when?"
He answered in return, "Ah, yes, I do."
Our dreams, our memories the same, we knew.
So, my love, beside you I want to stay.
Until the woodsman's ax bites deep within,
May our branches of love forever grow,
And may they remain always evergreen.
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