Would it scare you to know exactly what I feel for you?
Would you think it strange that I’ve stayed true
even though there never will be an us?
Would you think it obsessive
to check every message
that’s not there?
How would you feel to know when I look into your eyes
with each smile, it’s my hearts demise?
I love you like a gentle rain to thirsty flower roots
Like a thief his loot.
The more I take you in, the more I need
like a lion, his feed.
Would you mind if I love you this way
on the day-to-day
without a word to say
come what may?
I’ll love you like they did in simpler times
when love never costed a dime
when it was safe to get lost in fields of sunflowers all summer long
losing all sense of right and wrong.
When we’re older, would you mind doing this all over again
in the cabin by the lake
playing as we did when we were ten
spending nights under the stars, making my body ache?