My love for thee is like a rose,
fragile and bold,
Your love for me is like the rain,
You come when you please,
Drowning me,
Then you leave again without warning,
Leaving me to wilt and wither.
Cant you see that I want you?
Cant you see that I need you?
My heart wants what it wants,
And my foolish heart wants you.
So come back as the sun that revitalizes me,
Or the gardener that tends to me.
But just come back to me
~Jennifer Fitzgerald-Cox
