I met a flower I thought I'd never again see

But the feeling still lived on

Though the flower I could touch

I felt if I pulled back, it'd be gone.

The next day, as I had, it was

Absent from where I, her met

And the feeling strengthened

Then once lost, once victorious.

Now I'm never sure to trust

What feeling there is

When it comes to a vanishing flower

I wish I could kiss.