A gardener once placed a small ivy
In the earth next to a sapling tree
Entwined thus, they grew up together
He a tall tree, and she a vine slender
He never saw her as a burden to bear
On his rough bark did no leaf of her tear
He gave her a perch from where she could see
The world around and beyond, to infinity
She was the witness to his life's story
To his tales of sorrow and small glory
She shared with him his every breath
She gave him purpose, as he gave her strength
One day, as the vine looked up tenderly
"Is this what they call love?" asked her the tree
She said, "I know not, my dear, but this is true,
I do not know who I am without you"
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