There lies within me a seed, 
that seems to want to, 
or perhaps really does need, 
to be cared for by you. 
It wants to grow, 
sinking roots deep into me, 
and it wants to know, 
if, for you, it could be a tree. 
Reaching branches and leaves, 
forever closer to you, 
and I'd cry when it grieves, 
feeling blue without you. 
But we'd thrive under your care, 
the roots could reach my heart, 
then I'd only wonder where 
to go should you depart. 

May 1, 1985