My Man...The Tree Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Were I to describing a tree to a blind person it would
reveal a new vision of you.
From the window of my soul, I now see far more than my eyes
ever truly perceived.
Your roots, burrowed deeply and clinging within the ground,
makes you unassailable, so safe and secure,
immobile... yet able to sway when the wind of love tugs at your heart.
The gnarly bark covering the delicate inner fibres, protecting their vulnerability,
speaks of your quiet strength, that so often appears brash, rough and flaky…
yet hides the soul of an angel.
The luxuriant foliage, disguising the bracken interior, merely a cloak for your gentleness.
Glistening sap gathering in sticky globules adorning the trunk, so reminiscent
of the life blood coursing through your veins,
that I know you would be willing to shed, without hesitation,
for the ones you love.
A man with many facets, like a tree provides wood for warmth,
your all embracing arms draw me into the incandescent glow of your love.
Your constancy providing a shelter against all weathers,
as solid as a woodland log cabin.
Knowing also, that amidst all the strength, when autumn comes and you shed your leaves.
your defences are willingly down and you are forever in my charge.