Not knowing the origin of this feeling

Walking through the young cherry blossoms,

Surrounded by the fragrance of spring,

standing beside you mesmerized in awe,

Knowing not the origin of this feeling,

Petals fall gracefully making its way through the wind,

not knowing how hard it might hit the ground,

Youth ,not knowing where it leads and ends,

knowing not the origin of this feeling,

Just like how delicate they are,

So were our times we spent smiling,

every time we met at a different phase of happiness,

Knowing not the origin of this feeling,

as we step into another season of fall,

I'll wait right here for spring to come when I would run to you,

running back to those times when we held hands,

Knowing not the origin of this feeling....