There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I like you, but I don't know.

-"Song of Ren Yue"

I have a good feeling about your poems. Recommend a poem by Murong, with similar artistic conception.

A blooming tree

How to let you meet me

At my most beautiful time

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.

Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

Please listen carefully when you come in.

The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

Friend, that's not a petal.

But my withered heart.

You can change the last four sentences and confess to her, and make a fool of yourself in the last paragraph:

Please listen carefully when you come in.

The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,

Please smell it when you walk in.

The fragrance of flowers is my sweet dream.

Please look up when you walk in.

Seeing the sun shining on the leaves, swaying, I feel sad. ...