Out of the shade of my pride,
It’s canopy seemed inescapable,
Pulled me from the depths alive,
I hope my gratitude is palpable.

What we are to each other,
A trusted hand to hold or allow to lead,
What we will always be to each other,
A mighty tree unfelled from tiny seed.

The gifts you have bestowed,
Your time, your respect, and attention,
I will repay the debts you’re owed,
Offering my love without condition.

The End

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