Protected by your existence like a canopy of green,
Shielded from the relentlessness of the driving sun,
I pass alone in this wood,
My own existence of no consequence to you.

My verdurous being, a revered reflection of yours,
Purposefully strides through this untrodden thicket.
A determined will is mine,
Emboldened by the prominence of your own stature.

Yours is a mettle tested by the summer tempest,
Cultivated in the rich soil of the ancient detritus -
An earned eminence,
Beyond the grasps of many adoring hands.

Reaching is just a feeble attempt at an earthly yearning;
Your presence in my mind is a more satisfying ownership.
It is what you are that I own,
Taken away only by being untrue to yourself.