New things

I was fascinated,
You were the new flower,
Until the sun shined,
And the snow fell,
And rain poured,
Those were beautiful things.

And when it is all over,
When I am one with the time and space in you,
Will you still call my name?
Would you still desire the shape of me?
Or would you wait?
Till i die and be born again,
As something you never touched?