Sometimes I feel
Like a dying rose
Missing your gentleness
as my eyes beg to close
Aching for the way
your eyes caress me
the way you inhale me
and longing for your hands
to remove the thorns from me
Plucked from the garden
Your eyes start to harden
Lonely from losing my petals
Under burden of a heavy heart
There are nights without you
That feel cold and so dark
Rushing into fitful dreams
While the rest of the garden sleeps tonight
But I look forward
to the warmth of morning
the end of uncomfortable needing
and a brand new start
Please allow me your light
Only you can make it all right