new leaves clung to their branches kissing flirting holding but they fell away (awkward) - within arm radius of the bark, of course, close enough to touch (still in his territory); but not close enough.
wondering, wistful, whether they were allowed that magic even outside outside their intimate bubble of secrecy, even after after the spring of the sparks of their first kiss and they wondered and wondered - too long - and now they leave.
Comments with your interpretation of the poem will be appreciated :)