Deep rooted This is,
This,…what we have,
Young and fragile,
When the roots of my being,…my self,…my soul,
Were growing,…forming,… stretching,
They touched and took hold to your stretched and growing roots,
Part of your being,…part of your soul,
Yours of a mature stage,…stronger,…heavier,…thicker,
Already able to bear and endure the roughness of the elements,
Able to sustain the weight and center of your trunk,
From the moment our roots touched,
They grasped, intertwining themselves,
Stretching and growing as if they were one,
To the naked eye, the roots would appear to be growing as one source,
With careful examination, following each strand like a maze,
They grow from their own base,…But side by side,
Inside and out the roots twist about, in the grasps of one another,
Pulling and tugging when one strand strays,
Deep rooted it began,
Deep rooted it shall remain,
This,
This,…what we have,
For unraveling the tangles of our roots would unravel a life that has grown as one,
This is what we have,
That is what This is,
A life we share together as one,
Deep rooted beginnings, prevents the roots from separating, preventing the denial of a strong love,
There is no denying the love that is there,
A love flowing through the strands of embracing roots,
There is no denying the strength that it holds true,
A true bond,
A true hold,
A true friendship that grew into much more,
Deep rooted This is,
This,…what we have.