Could you love her, still...
When she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild with the moon & restless... and maybe just a little out of reach from your fingertips.
Could you love her, still,
When she's not only sweet & resting easy on your chest, but when she's wild blossomed in the night & searching for more inside of herself than who you may think she is.
Could you love her
Not just when she flowers but when she's fire.
She has to know... if she let's you close...
When she blooms wild & burns bright...
Could you love her, still.
