I Would Like To Be

I wish I was a flower.
Perhaps a tree.
Perhaps a petal.
That grows in the garden of your eve.

A fatal death is what I ask for.
Should I not be able to seek the truth that this heart casts for.

I wish to hear the words.
That lie in your heart.
The truth that cages me inside.
Like a spear through my soul unto my heart.

I would like to be the sun that shines on you everyday.
I would like to be the moon that you wave off to every night in the moonlight shades.

I would like to be the breeze that blows wiskly against your hands.
To blow the gentle ease of love's truth and romance.

I would like to be the rain that flows down on your face.
To see you smile.
Dancing like a child.
To cherish the moment that you would ever embrace.

I would like nothing than to be with you.
That, my heart, is the solemn truth.