My Roots.

My roots were deeper than the roots of any other tree 
My roots were deeper than the roots that anyone could see
  My roots were deeper than the roots and I waited patiently
For him to come and sit with me
If only for a spell
To bring me stories from the world
And secrets not to tell
Of beauty held and love sustained
And roots released from the pain
Of all the dreams I sought to gain
That never were and never came
But made forgiven, rendered meaningless
In his presence, at his kiss,
  My roots were deeper than the roots, of any other branch or twig,
  My roots were deeper than the roots, and he began to dig. 

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