Sure,
    you can
go ahead
         and
      love me

         Only;

Loving you
      back,
   is not something
          that I can
        promise
thee

    What I am is;

I am an
    eastern coast
tree

   I think that
you know what,
    that
         makes me

        To you
    my time given
was
         for  free
  much like
    a wind's breeze

But realize;

    I am
nothing more
       than an
east coast
            winter's
     dead tree

I will only
    ever,
        love you
  partly