I don’t want you to be like spring br Which makes the garden bloom br Eventually fading into cold winter br White, long and full of gloom. br br I don’t want you to be like a flower br Spreading fragrances, tickling the senses br Eventually turning into shreds br Dry, ugly and useless. br br I want you to be just like you br Drowning me in love, just the way you do br Eventually to turn into gold br Still sparkling, still passionate, as we get old. br br (17 April 2007)br br .Pd.