Maggie, with her hands on my every sense and dream.
I'm waiting at L.A. Union Station for Metro
Like a bus will take me to the planning row -
All of this squawking about roads and ugly cities
Millions of hands grabbing for love and it's me she fancies
I will take my worries home but she's waiting
To love me, to love me! As if our wit is debating
The extent of our fate - we hold hands and wait
For these moments - many tensions give way to checkmate
And to the millions of flowers - I say, it's well within reason...
Our first date was like a long-lost "whatever happened to you?"
And then it became known with a shrug and let's see
What these moments do to us growing sad and blue.
I will carry all of these flowers for maybe a century
If that's what it will take to come close to calculus -
That measure of heartbeats piled upon heartbeats.
One day I will take each and every flower away to focus
On her perfect smile and giggling chatter that greets
Me like the anger I feel that I spent 33 years away
From her, from the love of my life, the answer to "why" today
And to the million of flowers - I say, it's well within reason.