You are the flower in my garden,
The only one there is.
But when I am not by your side,
You fear I tend others.
At the absence of my shadow,
Your pedals tend to drop.
But how can I be elsewhere,
and with you simultaneously?
Create a figure of myself,
Letting you know there I'll be?
What must I do to let you know
None more are in the garden.
Worry not,
When I am far.
Worry less,
So my thoughts (of you) can pass.
Please, don't worry.