I bleed for you,
When you cry I cry for you,
Tears that stain my soul,
Not out of sympathy alone,
Not out of pity,
Not out of martyrdom,
But out of purest love
True and genuine.
Ingrained like roots buried deep,
Twisting, wrapping around my bones;
Without them I would starve,
Without you I would wither,
An impossibility.
We are sown of perfect seed;
Ordained by the universe,
Bound by what cannot be bought,
It must be grown,
Watered,
Nourished,
Nurtured to maturity,
Protected until the end of time–
I am yours.
~
By: Dominic R. DiFrancesco
Dom DiFrancesco 
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