The sun gets your "good mornings" and the trees, all know your name.
I have told the tulips of your enchanting smiles and the moon knows how you taste.
The clouds frown in your absence and the tides calm at the mention of your name.
You've become the last thought of the sun as it sets, the story in the songs of birds at sunrise
And though our hands are yet to hold,
And our eyes may never meet,
I know you'll find me in the flowers
And I'll feel you in every breeze.