Love Deprived Beloved

May when all the leaves fall off the branches, you fall in love again.
May you find love, when I was standing about the horizon thinking about us.
May your amour for your beloved never ends.
May your inamorato becomes "home" to you when I was deprived of that chance.
I wish I were the melody that makes you dream of your beloved.
I wish I were the flowers your precious hand-picked to pursue thee.
I wish I were the dulcet breeze that makes you feel in love.
I wish I was the beloved of you instead of the one who is about to be.
I've seen a lot of cumulus clouds in the cerulean sky over years.
They seemed jolly every time even though they were scattered.
A certain feeling struck me whenever I saw them floating.
If I were a cloud, diffused, the idea of "togetherness" shouldn't have mattered.
May you walk on the streets we walked once hand in hand.
I wish in my dreams I never again see you.
I got the parting gift at the beginning of everything.
A letter, a rose that turned gray, unbearable memories; adieu.