Make me love you,
Make me see,
Tell me about the world in your eyes,
Take me to the woods at night,
so I can learn to love you in the dark, and the light.
Let me hear your voice,
Tell me everything.
Don't be afraid of what I think,
just speak and don't ever quit.
Think the way you do,
because that's the only way I can ever truly love you.
Your flaws will mean nothing to me,
just a beautiful thing,
that lets me know you are human. Don't bite your tongue or hold back your fist,
I'd rather you hit me now.
I want to see you.
Let me know we were meant to be,
if not then let's both flee,
before the bird loses his wings.
I want to be gathering the truth,
not wilted flowers,
that I thought could live through Spring,
but died when the winter came.
Let's know everything about you and I.
Tonight we'll let it all out, and see if we came from the same season,
that our love won't freeze,
and die when winter comes with her cane.
That maybe we could lay upon the snow,
and still feel the loving heat from our frostbitten fingers,
because we were meant to be without a doubt,
but if not we could stay with our season until we found the right bud,
that would bloom into a flower,
that will keep coming back every season,
something that would die by our sides,
but begin again with regrowth when the weather changes with our roots growing together.
So show me everything precious bloom, am I meant for you and you for me?
Only the season shall see.