A father is a tree.
He is sappy at times,
And once distilled,
He's sweet.
He radiates limbs
To provide shade
And shelter from harm;
His roots are deep
And nourishing.
He is oak and willow,
Fruitful and sharing.
But most of all,
He hugs like bark.

What do you own in this world to renounce it? You own nothing. You can only renounce your desire for the world.

You said that you had given up on my love.

That is a ridiculous claim!

Nothing that isn't yours can be given up.