If love were a flower, where would it grow?
High on a mountain where the cold winds blow.
Amongst the crags and the peaks and the dust.
Wedged between boulders on lonesome outcrops.
Would birds fly on by and perch for a time,
singing a song in response to love’s smile
Then flutter away, up with the dust
Down cross the valleys, and rivers and such
When the wind rushed, would the petals a dance?
Open and close at the sun’s molten prance
Tapped and battered in the iciest rains,
Resting in slumber when things become grave.
If love were a flower, would it wish away days
Lost in the mist, lost in the rain,
If love were forever, who would retreat?