roots deep

My love for you calls me in the night
It paints my days, dances with every thought
It isn't just a passing fancy
Nor capricious feelings--feelings
Springing bright to erode in days
Nor is it the longing lust of solitude

My love for you is like the roots of an oak tree
They grew deep beyond just simple habit
It wasn't just the sight of everyday
It wasn't just a boyish attraction
These roots that hold my soul together
Can barely stand your absence

My love for you was more than I could fathom
More than the bread and water of everyday
Much more than fleeting fancy
It gives meaning to my song
It is the heart beat that fuels my life force.

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