Would your love for me wane in the sight of honesty?
Is your heart set solely on my tender mercies?
If I speak not of what you prefer to hear
will your favour still desire my heart; will you still hold me dear?
My love for you is born of depths warm and true
– the fruit and branches of which as many and as far reaching as the strongest roots.
My love for you is but a tree in spring in all its glory
but will you still desire my fruit, my limbs, my shade, if I not echo your opinions perfectly?
Am I not a creation of the One who makes all things to His liking?
Am I not an individual soul with the right to personal opinion?
Have you not shown me favour in view of the encouragement I give towards your own identity?
Will I not be granted the respect and freedom in which I can be me?
Oh, precious love, whom my heart holds in high regard,
if my opinion reflects not yours, will you still dare to favour my heart?
If I fail, if I fall short of all you desire my soul to be
will you still care, will you still love, will your heart still favour me?