I met you there, your face was luminous.
Your presence filled the room.
We instantly connected with
The feeling of butterflies between us.
I had to move, but we kept in touch.
We talked for hours at a time.
Through the telephone, text and Myspace.
The feeling was divine...
The months had past, and we made plans.
Months turned to a year, I grew impatient.
I wanted to see you, but you were far.
I was sick and tired of waiting.
The last conversation we had
We spoke about flowers.
Your favorite is pink roses.
A light came on in those early hours....
Why AM I waiting?
At 3 A.M. I grabbed my checkbook.
Grabbed my coveralls, and some boots.
I didn't check the weather station, probably should have looked...
I started off on foot, from Manito, Illinois.
A mile down had second thoughts.
But the thought of you kept me strong,
Through the moments I felt distraught.
I didn't tell you I was coming.
I wanted to surprise you.
I knew that you would be overjoyed.
And we'd see our whole plan through.
Occasionally I'd get a ride,
But often times I walked.
I'd hitch a ride with random truckers,
But we seldom ever talked.
I was focused on the destination.
I was fixated on our reunion.
It almost felt like a dream would be fulfilled.
I could't know the heartache looming.
It took me sixteen hours to get to I-70.
That runs right through Ohio.
I collapsed on the freeway from exhaustion.
And the wind began to howl.
Walking miles in the wrong direction,
A blizzard was coming through.
My inner thighs were seizing up.
As the vindictive, and cold wind blew.
It took me twenty-four hungry, sleepless hours.
But I had finally made it there.
I went to a market, and shopped for your flowers.
Then I saw them and I just stared-
THERE WAS ONE BOUQUET OF PINK ROSES LEFT!
I snatched them up triumphantly.
We were meant to be together!
The last day was frozen hell.
But the thought of you was splendor.
I met up with you, and you were shocked!
I finally gave you those flowers!
We went to your house and talked a bit.
But I felt a strange feeling for hours...
It was crazy to think I was talking to you!
And talking to you in person,
And I got to meet your boyfriend!
What? Yeah... but the situation worsens.
I was so hurt I couldn't feel,
I was utterly broken and derelict.
She said you live in another state for a reason,
And you're not what I expected.
It was a massive blow to me,
I put so much of my heart out there.
For a while it solidified
The notion that women can't care.
I felt I was cursed and unlovable,
That I would never be enough.
To think that my gesture couldn't win her heart,
It was a deep and festering cut.
"Have enough courage to trust love once more,
And always once more."
Those words are never truer,
Than to those who hurt before.
When you go through enough,
You become brave, no longer fearing pain.
Heartache is not a deterrent,
When you know what there is to gain.
The world won't change me,
I won't be controlled by fear.
I'm a bleeding heart, and always will be,
Through the blood and sweat and tears.
My greatest strength is the love I give,
To lend the keys to the soul of a lover's coffer.
My greatest weakness is the love I give,
And what I'm willing to offer.