I’ll catch her if she falls in love with me
Like gardens catch the rain they need to grow
But when she falls, it’s more than gravity
She chooses what she wants with what she knows
Like water, she is flexible and pure
Like water, she surrounds my thirsty roots
Absorbing her, my needs are not obscure
I need her, with my other absolutes
And so I catch her gently in my arms
And know that my protection wakes her trust
Like rescue is proceeded by alarms
Or heat proceeds when flamables combust!
I hope she falls in love, but isn’t scared
I’ve waited long to catch her; I’m prepared!