I have picked fruits of the finest love
for a man who I may never meet.
I imagine we will have our fill
drinking natural sweetness
from the patterns of true color.
I may know you or you might
be a perfect stranger
but I do grasp understanding
we will stop time soon.
I will wait until I am called
because running through thorns
is not worth instant satisfaction,
in time a frail rose will appear
and you and I hand-in-hand
will care for petals of the soul.
