As two flowers swaying on a hill,
standing side by side,
who can only touch and feel their kiss,
when the wind blows them together.

Each momentary tickle of your tender little petals,
send waves of love and joy carefree,
before the wind pulls you away from me.

And I can only wait and marvel,
at your colors in the sun,
until that bittersweet wind will come and blow,
our longing blossoms together again.

So close but yet so far.