I was the soul,
He was the mate,
When our ship sailed,
High or low he was there,
Always at the helm,
To guide us through rough waters.

I was the four walls,
He was the strong doors, windows and roof,
He made sure no thief entered our house,
To steal our love,happiness and peace.

I was the tree,
He was the roots,
He held me through all weather,
Strong and deep in the soil.
We bore fruits ( children),
They ripened taken by others,
Scattered,
They bore new plants.

He and I,
I and he,
We got separated,
He got buried deep underground,
I, a walking stick,
Aged but still strong,
Alone but not lonely,
A will to live with happiness.