Is it true?

Sitting among the many flowers
I watch the clouds drifting ahead
And I can't help but see
A picture of you flarring in my mind.

Is it true?
Is this what love really feels like?
To need you right beside me
And feel warm but empty inside?

Is it true?
Is this what true love really is?
Or am I just a fool?
Clinging to such stupid dreams?

Sitting among the many flowers
Of my lonely garden
I can't help but think about you
I need you here beside me.

But as I reach out towards you
I watch you fade from my grasp
Just another foolish desire
But without you, I just don't feel complete