Make You Love - Vanessa Daou

It’s four A.M.

November ten, a strange electric hour

I’m swallowing the morning of your flower

Petal by petal I’m laying you bare, red as any rose is

(watch her as she opens and she closes)

Let me turn your tears into wine

Let me turn your darkest hour into light

Let me turn your crow into a dove

Let me be the one to make you love

It’s four A.M.

November ten, a vague and hazy time

You lie asleep, you’re breathing like a child

I’m writing with my poet’s hand

To reach you with my pen

I know that I can make you love again

Let me turn your tears into wine

Let me turn your darkest hour into light

Let me turn your crow into a dove

Let me be the one to make you love

In those words I create you

Into someone who will

Always come back

Once you’ve closed the door

Into someone who will never refuse

When I ask for more

But if I think I can own you

With some lavender prose

Or a violet song, I am wrong

And if I think I can have you

With a salty kiss or a sultry dance

Well, I can’t

Let me turn your tears into wine

Let me turn your darkest hour into light

Let me turn your crow into a dove

Let me be the one to make you love