Tender Rock
Clinging to you
During the storm.
You keep me grounded.
Laughing Oak
Brush against me
Swaying in the breeze.
You make me laugh.
Cooling Fire
Completeyly engulfing me
With flames of desire.
You bring me bliss.
Insecure Confidence
A blooming garden
In the dead of winter.
You inspire hope.
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