Please let me partake in your eyes' gaze,
as they are earth's portal straight to heaven.
Give me a reason not to fall for your caring being
and I will maturely accept.

Even the birds on mother nature's arm call your delightful name,
but you always turn your cold back on them,
not appreciating the effort they are putting into it,
and the honesty they represent.

When I planted that humble rose on roads' end among the desert,
sprouting the way it never did back then,
I'll wait for you to greet it,
when my love is ready to be claimed.