For MCBeth, who cared.

Two petals flying through the breeze,
I'm here, I am, on my knees.
Simply and earnestly asking please,
If you would be my valentine.

Would you be mine, if I told you
You don't need that surgery?
It turns out, that the only thing
That stopped me was uncertainty.

I thought I was this, I thought I was that
I changed my name, and you saw through to fact.
I much rather like who I used to be,
And I have you to thank for my triumph.

Partially because you spoke to me,
And asked if I was dead,
I replied quickly, hoping to leave a good impression
Thinking it seems like I've lost my head
So what thought could I think that really makes sense?

I can't even remember where we first met
Was it down by the pier?
I've seem to lost my place
Could you help guide me to firmer ground?-
Pull my hand up to your face

Isn't it a shame how things work out
I fell off a cliff, and you lost your partner,
So I climbed my way back up and decided,
I'd beg for this, by poem,
Forgive me my blunder.

So here we are,
On the banks of some beach I can't remember,
And through it I'm still theoyella jukebox,
Somehow I know that made sense, to you.
I'd offer you a ring,
I'd offer you my heart,
I'd offer you roses, but they'd fall apart.
So I'm offering you, asking you, just simply this:
A thank you, for caring,
If I died or lived.

Thank you for talking to me when I felt unreachable,
Thank you for teaching me, when I felt unteachable.
A whisper away from a proposal,
The silence in my vows,
It's funny what becomes of nothing, if you let out.

Would you be my valentine?
You're a girl, and I'm a guy,
I'm playing John Legend, try not to cry.
Maybe too much and maybe too little,
All I need now is a man playing fiddle.
I've said what I needed to say now
I know that you've listened,
When you figure it out,
I'll meet you where we first met.