If you were perhaps
To go and gather up your dreams
And climb your life
All the way across the world
Then perhaps I will follow
Be as Ruth, make your people my own
Make love to you under foreign skies
In the same shimmering moonlight
This world might be full of a thousand
Whatifs, shouldhaves, and whoknows
But I know that when you wrap
Your love around me
And dress me in the clothing
Of your tender
I have a reason to succeed
To thrive
To gather all the beauty in this world
And plant it on your skin
As a garden of kisses
