Imagine a bonsai, a hundred years old, Roots like a story, in silence is told, They wrap a rock, embrace the ground, A patient Beauty, where time is bound, No Branch alone, no root apart, It's shaped by hands, it's shaped by hearts, As one, no Masterpiece can stand, Without anothers guiding hands, I feel myself changing inside this cell, At first a box, a private hell, Addictions and chains, their quiet sting, But one by one, they are loosening, Now my cell feels wide and free, An open lot, where we'd first meet, Your face, your steps, your heartfelt confessions, You've become, my sweetest obsession, I need you to see me, just once more, As you did before, as you did before, Baby true love always finds it's way, Let's be new again, let's start today, Our new addiction, no pain nor hurt, Nothing to tether, just you and I, Always together.