The Tree of Wife

There is my son a rarity
Which few men in their lives will see
And fewer yet will come to know
And fewer still will come to hold
She is known as the Tree of Wife
The one who loves with all her might
She will shelter you from the storm
Sacrifice branches to keep you warm
In her boughs you will safely rest
Eat of her fruit for it is blessed

But Poppa how will I know tis she
Not just some ordinary tree

Because my son she bears the mark
Of what you carry in your heart
To you alone she will reveal
That which others try to steal
To the world she will readily confess
The love for you inside her breast
While others wither their leaves dried
She remains evergreen at your side
Take heed my son for this is true
There's more that I need say to you
There are those who would hand you a knife
To cut away at your Tree of Wife
If ever you harm her you should know
There is a way to renew her growth
You must repent, tell her the truth
For this is what strengthens her from the root
Then comes the day if God is kind
When your root and her's become entwined
Oddly enough this sets you free
To become what you were intended to be

But Poppa how do you know this is true
Because my Tree of Wife birthed you