the feelings I have for you are like a tree planted inside of me.
the roots go deep.
the trunk exists in my torso.
the branches are in my arms.
the leaves are my hair.
the fruit is seen when you look into my eyes and find affection shining from their depths.
and when I speak, if you listen closely,
you can hear the leaves rustling –
whispering your name.
if anyone says I am beautiful,
it’s because they see the tree.
they think they are looking at me,
but I know the truth.
it is the tree
inside of me
that they see.