because i don't want to miss you
as much as i do,
i turn time and distance
into a game - a play for two -
me being a meadow with daisies
and you being the gentle wind
that has to travel
a long way
to come here and caress me
and may be,
because i'd be waiting for so long,
at the end you'll seem
more like a storm
that will come and sweep me away
and nothing will ever look the same