Unrequited Flower Cow

I wanted to say, "I love you," but I knew you wouldn't understand. We speak different languages, you and I. Maybe we could connect some day far away, in a land that's built for two, near a sea that came from one. I thought that we could make love in the alley of our building, you'd be there with me, next to garbage and a bum. We'd be free together, we'd do what ever we pleased. But you don't speak my language, and I don't know you well. If I could feel your tongue, I'm sure we'd get along, if I could whisper in your ears, I'm sure you'd see me through. Every time I see you I want you near me, close at hand. I feel as though a leaf may blow through the wind and knock me down. Your eyes tell me that story. Your smile brings me home. Pick me, my lovely, pick me above the rest. I will sit inside your mouth and wait for you to hear me. I will be the one that lulls the day out of your eyes. Sleep with me, my foreign cow, I am your rose.