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Like trees adorned by flow’ry blooms
That fill each branch with lovelies whole,
My love for thee my heart consumes
And beautifies my lonely soul.

Like trees with branches that extend
Providing birds a place to nest,
My love for thee doth long intend
To warm thy nights of lonely rest.

Like trees whose trunks of solid wood
Exalt their limbs and leaves so high,
My love for thee, so pure and good,
Uplifts my soul into the sky.

Like trees whose seeds roll down its bark,
And sprout up saplings higher and higher,
My love for thee was like a spark
Igniting passion’s roaring fire.

Like trees whose roots are firmly set
Immovable by earth or sea,
My love for thee did God beget,
And shall endure eternally.