Love Me Or Not

Like the dews on the tip of grasses, I stood on your lap uncertain of how long I can keep my grip Even the slightest of wind may wipe me as it passes And I would just fall down to vanish beneath in a sip You may smile behind in ecstasy, As you would have lost your burden away But who would care after all; it would be mere fallacy, As I would be moved astray. And in my absence you would cry, Not with the tears of grief but in delight And I would watch you from behind in sigh, In despair, loss of my dream light. For now you pretend to hold me warm But I still rest on your bosom fearful of falling off your arm!!!