Could I see the heart on your sleeve?

That raging red rose with no thorns in sight

I know they’re there somewhere but I’m not scared

Could you show me that heart on your sleeve?

And let me trace my fingers along the stem and leaves

Down deep to your roots?

I’d bleed the cost to find your nourishment

I wouldn’t mind the little punishments

If I could feel your lips form

Those warm sunflower smiles they always do

Along the way