Floral Springs

Bold colors meet the horizon when I meet your eyes. There's a sense of home when you are near, and my heart aches when you're gone. A soulmate comes to you when you need them the most. Though they may not belong to you, you belong to them. They bring you springtime when you're stuck in the middle of winter. People change, seasons change yet you remain the same. I will wait. I am fine with that. I have always been. One day you'll meet me where cherry blossoms bloom, and I'll rejoice. Symphonies and harmonies during the floral storm will give me hope.