A delicate fragrant vine that curls and coils and furls around you, soft petals caress your skin, leaves tickle you.
A big strong tree with rough bark seems so invulnerable but the tree quivers.
Tree limbs hold the vine tightly but never choking, the vine responds by gliding up, around, gently lifting, slightly squeezing.
“I am yours. Take me, love me, I will always cover you with love.” the vine whispers so only the tree hears the promise.
“Sometimes I am rough, I do not always understand my strength, I hold you in my boughs and promise to shade you and support you.”
“Together we make a small world, my flower caressing your limb, your leaves touch my stems and shake me to my roots.”
“I will step lightly around your roots but stand firm beside you.”
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