would you dare ask her what makes her tick,
what really gets her crazy?

already knowing that the question is illegal
and the answer un-askable?

would you cross the line and join her,
jump right into the (hurricane)
and smile and laugh and sing,
as you make it to the eye?

would you try to tell her "no",
and watch her walk back in,
the side of her hand stinging,
as you're up against the wall?

would you finally up and go,
not a shred of a tear left
but leave that candy coated imprint
all over her left heart?