I walk this road of dirt and grass
Rehearsing softly what I am going to say
When I come to your doorstep, willing to ask
With these hibiscuses in hand, to run away.
My words are stuttered and fall over themselves with each glance
At the smile that breaks my heart beyond any doubt
I have so much care, too much to give my heart a chance
To speak its mind. Nervousness from these beautiful flowers sprouts
Into my hand that clutches their stems,
Guiding me, leading me, to wherever you may be
Trying to install confidence in my body which trembles
With thoughts of you coming away with me.
These hibiscuses, this tropical paradise within my own hand, smiles
A small reassurance to me as I grow closer to where you are
And I try one last time to rehearse this, like a trial
Asking you to let me take you far.
I sigh and walk up to your door, breathing uneasy and strained
I knock on the wood, heart pounding like an ancient drum
You open the door with a smile that should be framed
I forget about the hibiscuses and ask to run
Your features are illuminated by the midnight sun's light
Showing all the emotions that dance across your face
My eyes search yours for an answer not said, hoping they might
Simply say yes and I'll no longer have to chase
The hibiscuses that I dropped as I asked you, as if they were the question themselves.
No answer is given tonight, but your eyes are suspiciously wet
As you take my hands and kiss their palms
Maybe there's a chance yet
To acquire those stems of paradise with another night
But now, as I cup your face in my hands, I know it wasn't the hibiscuses
That urged me to ask you to run away with me,
No. It wasn't the moon who helped me with it,
But I listened to what was in my heart as it whispered, "she deserves happiness, love, peace of mind."
As I stand before you, tell me:
Do I truly make you happy enough
For you to leave all this to just, simply, run away with me?
