Will You?

There were flowers,

some bright fulvous yellow,

others adorable baby pinks,

yet others pretty tyrian purple,

all in full bloom,

happily swaying

with the pleasant breeze.

But none managed

to surpass the beauty

of the two old ones,

holding up each other,

swaying ever so slightly,

withering away together.

Will you wilt with me,

like they,

when our time comes?