(roses are red, violets are blue
i think it's pretty obvious that i like you)
suddenly surprises/ before school secrets
i curl my fingers around cool stems that have no thorns
and my pumping blood tells me that true love's course is as smooth as tulip petals
smile so wide it hurts
because i gave my heart to a girl
who gave her heart (and a half dozen cream colored tulips) to me
soft, budding flowers and blooming love
pollen floats like gold in the air and
i have her hand in mine like a secret i'll never let go
the gaps of sunlight filters through the leaves
lovelost/ my heart aches as though i'm homesick
but i've never felt this before.
maybe i've been lost all my life and have just found where i belong
drunk on late summer/ we flower in warmth and new, young worship
(my mother says that idolization is sin but this doesn't feel shameful)
it feels like candlelight, hillsong, dancing trees, fireflies;
the rush of slipping hidden out of church doors and wandering in a forest with no paths before i have to leave, except i don't ever have to leave again
