You just see it and it sees me;
I just feel it and then I’m free…
To carry this and make it bliss-
A field of green, a sea of trees;
A flock of birds aloft in the breeze.
To come together would feel so great,
And when it’s done we’ll have to separate…
But physics and chemistry- although conjoined,
You can take one from the other,
And so our hearts remain together.
Two different countries and seas in-between…
All these things are but physical means.
To write or speak -our feelings to meet;
That distance between us, once again so mild and meek.
They say when you feel it you will know…
And so in a sense I can happily let you go.