Ever since the flowers bloom,
My heart has been thumping,
In beats so jazzy,
They can easily move my body.
I have no control,
So I let go,
I move and move,
In slow rhythmic steps,
Towards that direction.
I hold out my hand,
Waiting for you to be in my hands,
I cup your face carefully,
Looking at you longingly and whisper,
.......
"How I long for you after all these years,
My Buttercream Chardonnay."