Take my hand, my angel,
And today we'll waltz through the park.
Take a look at that tree and its majestic branches.
Are they not like us?
I am the tree and you are the branch.
Without you, I am ugly,
Just a shell of a thing with no one to share my life with.
I was made to hold you tightly;
To support you throughout the years;
To give you life and to help you grow.
And you were made to be my other half,
The more beautiful of us two,
Without my love, you would surely starve;
Without yours, I have nothing to live for.
Please, dear, be my branch.