I question my thoughts around her,

badgering me each time she shows up.

She raises her slender eyebrows,

beaming with joy as she approaches me.

 

Her smile gives me a sudden chill,

I simply can’t comprehend.

It’s rather astonishing how our talks proceed

with certain gravity into a minute matter.

 

“Wish there were trees for me to sleep on?”

she would utter looking rather disappointed.

Feeling her pain, I would pat her on her back

telling her I could be her pine tree.

For her to mark her special occasions,

like a Christmas tree.

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