My love for you a like a tree
It was tall and strong
It made it though the high winds
It made it though the Ice storms
It made it though a strike of lighting
But it grew week
As the drought came
It rotted it withered
But just as it about to die
I tiny seed it laid
The new tree
Represented something new
It was growing off the old tree
But still trying to get over the disease of the old tree