If I were a tree,
my roots would tunnel towards you.
My branches,
stretching for just one touch.
If I were a flower,
my petals would blossom at the sound of your laughter.
My thorns,
removed by the tenderness of your voice.
If I were a river,
my stream would carve for you a way through mountains.
My water,
purified by your resilient spirit.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC
If I were a tree,
my roots would tunnel towards you.
My branches,
stretching for just one touch.
If I were a flower,
my petals would blossom at the sound of your laughter.
My thorns,
removed by the tenderness of your voice.
If I were a river,
my stream would carve for you a way through mountains.
My water,
purified by your resilient spirit.