If we fall from trees
In the breeze
And one rose is left...
Then what is our fate anyway?
I wonder as I fall asleep
And when I am down
Do you think of me?
This weird analogy that is love
Makes no sense,
For what is love without the other
And the other without love?
For I would jump off a building for you
If you asked...
Do you love me enough
To spare me?
A hundred years from now
We will be souls in the wind,
Yet I love you still
My heart is my heart
And yours is yours--
What fire still burns within you?
Do you love me still,
Or do you need to suffocate?
For this analogy is nonexistent--
For love is a speeding car
And the crash is worth the risk,
Or is it a burning building
That mutually exists?
One dares to wonder...