Root

A crib I’d build with wood and lace
its details refined by my heart
a place to sleep in love and grace
with her it’d be a work of art

And by your bedside I would sit
my arm on you I’d be so close
to you my nights I would commit
into your eyes I would engross

Never let you be my maid
together we would make our home
ne’er an instant that you’d feel weighed
with my warm heart you’re free to roam

You are my branches I’m your root
I’d be your garden come and rest
for it is you my life’s pursuit
come lay your head on my broad chest

Come with your children let’s explore
let me free the father in me
their wonderment I would adore
and pledge myself forevermore

Let all the world filter through me
I’d bear it all for family

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I wrote this in the form of a Chanso with five quatrains ending in a couplet.