In a poet's mood...and cannot sleep X)

Forgotten Flowers Of Springs Passed.

Leaves break from
The wise trees
In hopes anew

New flowers will
Bloom this spring
The old ones

Forgotten with time
Have fallen long
Ago to winter

Will I eventually
Be forgotten by
The ones I

Love the most
As the flowers
Of passed springs
Are forgotten too

Am I really
Important to you
Am I precious

To you my
Love do you
Love me too

Or will I
Too be forgotten
Like flowers passed