Very Much with the Missing of my Petal Dancer (aka Jozie)

I missed you a REALLY lot today, Jozie (aka Petal Dancer).
I'm not sure why, but it was intense.
Did you hear me calling for you?
Are you OK?
I miss your SuperCute voice
I miss seeing your alluring Splendor of your face
I wish I could see you in real life .... and hold you in my arms
Yep, I admit it! Which probably just scares you away again.
But the truth is the truth.

Never going to meet you ???
never going to give up
Will one of us die before we meet?
Will one of us haunt the other forever because of that?
Lost cause ... lost because I lost you

go to this page:
http://www.sheezyart.com/view/1768510/

it has this:

"The Petal Dancer

You thought you saw something in the trees
You hear a bell-like giggling
You chase the sound and find a girl dancing with petals.
If you can find her, you will have luck until you die.
If you try to capture her, you will die a painful death.
If you help her....you live forever.
She is the first sign of spring, she is the Petal Dancer...."

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and i just made this poem up:

Have you ever missed the Winter
When the Summer's boiling hot?
Have you ever had a shiver
Of curiosity of thought
At the returning of a friend
Who thought was lost to you forever?
You didn't really want it's end
You just thought you wre being clever
And you were to smart for your own good
And maybe it was for the best
But sometimes an executioner's hood
Seen is the sign you've passed the test

She dances with the rose petals in the wind
Amber hair flowing as if through water
Her curls made to ensnare
Honey smile to lure you
Shattered stained glass windows are her eyes
I can't help myself I just have to try to piece her back together
Help herself renew herself
Like a wounded wild animal, heal then have to release her back into the wild
Queen of the Wolves, they howl when she returns to them
Welcoming keening, for she is their moon
She has part of me in with her
Inside her Pumpkin Shell
Inside Lucy's Locket
Or was it Picket?
Swimming in a sky full of diamonds
That are all her stubborn mules and dreams
She will not be denied!
I wonder if we have a parallel world we together live in?
Because even though we are apart, I can still feel as if she's in my arms
Like a phantom limb of the Waxing Moon
I howl at that moon
Hoping it opens it's arms creating a portal to port us there
So I can feel the summer of her wintery heart as it melts my icy armor
Making water for her, my Petal Dancer extrodinaire.