Like a tree of Pine

This happens to be my second poem after 'A house existed there', written in very same period:

Like a tree of Pine

Like a tree of Pine,
A wooer of mine,
Is waiting for me,
Along the sideways,
Of my life-path,
Like a tree of Pine,
A wooer of mine.

She is waiting for me,
To come and hold her hands,
She had been waiting,
For me for quite a long time,
And, will be there for a short lag of time,
Like a tree of Pine,
A wooer of mine.

She had been standing all alone,
In the lonely desert of my life,
A desert of success and failures,
A desert of love and emotions,
Like a tree of Pine,
A wooer of mine,
Is waiting for me to come.

-Aditya Rohatgi