Flower haze

You are a flower haze.
Magnetic in your way,
Kinetic in your phrase,
But still so far away.

I wish I could reach you,
I wish I could meet you
But your way is mistery
And our voice is history.

Sorry if I sound too patetic
I can help it, I am poetic.
And this poem is for you,
Just to keep you smiling
Whatever you are...