This woman had an awesome idea and kept it! Congrats on the book deal!
Where does my love grow?
High as the tall oak that towers over us in awe?
Or as low as the deepest depths of the southern seas.
Below my feet they hide
As I hide you, my love
In all great reasons unclothed.
Oh what a tangled web doth this love weave.
Every breath taken
And devours me.
But still, your mine for the taking.