Clouds poetry

On a next ground

How can I be in love with someone
I've never seen,
And how can I love a place I've never been
Maybe it's the ideal vision that's implanted in
my mind like a seed that blossoms into a
Seasonal flower every time I feeds it,
It's painted vivid pictures in my head and dreams
On a canvas but in real life I never seen it,
a sweet symphony a sheet of music I know it is
In its depths you might find salted butter
And some bittersweet in the gaps in the end or in the beginning.
-ashes poetry