Watch the sunrise

Wild flower of mine
where art thou?
Where are your beautiful eyes
They are no longer locked with mine
they no longer search my body for a response
they no longer light up when they see me
Where are those white soft small skinny feminine hands of yours?
The gentle touch on my skin,
they were silk
they caressed the goose bumps you made with your presence
the tickles they would also create
as you touched my rib cage, right under my breasts
Those smiles you saw, they were real
The looks I would give you on the trains, the holding hands
the kisses on your hands, that was all real
It was the purest
I asked where you were flower,
but I know where you are.
You are making someone else smile,
You are making someone else ticklish,
You are making someone else fall for you,
by just being the flower that you are.
Keep being the flower you are,
You may change your colors,
move from place to place,
but you'll never stop being a flower
for in my happiest moments, you always took me to green pastures. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9UpyaSCbyg&feature=youtube_gdata_player -All this beauty, The Weepies