''Love me—,,
Like the blooming flowers of spring,
Nodding lightly with the breeze;
You can be my king,
Hug me tightly unable to freeze.
''Love me not—,,
As the last of flowers wither away,
Petals left uncoloured and fallen;
Feelings kept a-bay,
Though eyes still swollen.
''Hold me— ,,
Hands warm against mine,
Taking a breathless sigh;
Love take your time,
Whispering your drowned-out goodbyes.
''Hold me not— ,,
Let the icy winter grip my heart,
Tears only daring to fall;
Familiar spring warmth hast depart,
Though still awaiting soul's call.
''Forget me— ,,
Like the passing seasons,
Dismissing it to be real;
One losing all reason,
Asking if time will heal.
''Forget me not—,,
Like a painting etched into memory,
Each stroke a fragment of you;
You who became my history,
An encounter overdue.
