Like a sword stuck in the ground,
It grows a vine around it's body,
It's soul,
It's very image.
A blades soul is left on that day to Remeber every moment.
When a vine wraps the blade it Protects it forever.

You are the Blade,
and I am the vine.
Like a common story,
I will be there to protect,
To love you,
And to share your stories,
As well,
I'll share mine.
 
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