Never.
Never.
Never give up on me.
I'm like a tree, budding in my love for thee
First, I will not know
For my limbs had not yet been free
From their canopy of leaves
Then when I do, I'll be uncertain,
My eyes still screwed to a bright sun.
I'll grow, and I'm growing
More knowing of my love
(Though it has always been)
And still, you haven't given up on me.
And I promise,
I'll never give up on thee
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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