The Florist

Lord, I’ll wait…

I’ve come to think I know who you are
A smirk on the left, a frown on the right
Deep brown eyes that I can’t penetrate
I’ve seen that look and I know who you are

Your face as you blush reveals to me
How the pain you used is beginning to fade
How the lines in your eyes can no longer hide
You’re a second away from running dry