MY DEAR

My dear,
Be close to me,
as the leaves are to trees.
Be attached to me ,
as the peteles are to flowers.
Be in me,
as my soul's reguards.

but

It's nature's call,
The things which are attached
Have to fall
Which are close
Have to go apart

And when they leave
they leave, hearts cleaved
And go away, far away
As if stars who in the shining sky sways

But often we are left with
Only remebrance

And i wish, if i was to be
The leaves, petels and soul
And you be tree, flower and mortal
I shall cherish our sweet past, forever