If I open my mouth you may know the truth;
It is you I wanted all bruised and blue-
I did not want anyone or anything else-
They are tried and true my feelings for you.
You are not what was expected, certainly not protected
By an image portrayed to the outside stage,
I have seen through you, like vacant glass-
Into and out of you, I have seen no less than the very
Heart of you, all bruised and blue, and yes-
I do want you I do.
You are no a vital flower but a weeping weed-
Growing under my porch-light, heed
These words: you must love me now,
Every girl wants a vital flower
But I would always take you as you are-
Bruised and blue, cold an sour-
Is that not love, my vital flower?