Directionally determined, the bud seeks the sun.
Biologically programmed, the male pursues.
Definitively different, how are we to meet?
Culturally coerced, how are we to mate?
Can you hear my blood run as one with yours?
Can you see my fear fall as one with yours?
There are those who long as well as lust.
There are those who’d know and would not own.
So come, Dear, walk with me the while.
So come, Dear, talk with me of hope.
Seek, it’s said, all comes to those who will.
Ask, they say, love’s given to those who can.
Stay with me, we’ll strive each day to learn.
Stay with me, we’ll try each day to grow.